When it comes to Christmas shopping there's never enough time, enough inspiration or enough stamina to tackle all the gift-buying at one go. So to ease the process, give yourself a present - a trip to a luxury hotel at one of the UK's best Christmas markets.
Obviously, security needs to be impossibly high, when food and the world's most powerful man are concerned. There are even rumours of the White House's Chef Andrew being Obama's official food taster at public dinners, although I didn't see evidence of this when cooking for him.
Cuffing Season occurs just like clockwork at the end of Summer/beginning of Fall/Winter. Your summer flings are winding down, the weather is turning chilly and suddenly, you have an intense desire to be "cuffed" aka in a serious relationship.
It's finally over but for me, but the supermarkets are about to start dressing the shelves for Christmas 2014. How is Christmas already over for me? Every July & August there are a flurry of Christmas events which I end up hauling myself around to in the hottest weather of the year trying to feel Christmassy...
My dad makes the trip every year to see family, and with a wedding invite for 28th December, we decided it made perfect sense to go during the festive season. Aside from gasps of 'won't that be weird?' (answer: I don't know yet), the main question people asked when I told them of my travel plans was: 'do they celebrate Christmas in Hong Kong?' Embarrassingly, I struggled to come up with a solid answer.
A faltering sex life, tensions over finances, and different goals in life, tend to be the biggest causes for conflicts with a spouse, but in most cases no one willingly wants to end their marriage, they simply want something extra for themselves, without causing hurt to anyone else.
I am sitting in my office mesmerised by the gadgets that were unveiled at this years Consumer Electronics Show (CES) 2014. From mini drones to the latest in wearable tech, Christmas 2014 is going to be even more gadgetastic than 2013 was. And what a Christmas it has been.
Being in a wheelchair means I'm lower down and people tend not to see me. Therefore it's a matter of waiting ages for people to move, or me turning into the Terminator. Whilst most shops are more accessible on entry, it's like a Monaco race track inside. I'm breathing in through every clothes stand, hoping it avoids a wheel from knocking naked mannequins on my head.
No purples. No green triangle things. No Orange Crunch. No Caramel. Even my secret back-up of orange creams were gone. All that greeted me was a sea of red, blue and gold.
I couldn't resist the trite title. Fretting about 'Britishness' seems to be at heart of what it means to be British. It has a familiar feel to it in our media, and not just the tabloids...
Our Christmas cranberry relish is surprisingly versatile performer. While it doesn't exactly take centre stage and perform a saucy fan dance, it's good for more than just a walk-on part with the turkey and ham.
Either it's an election year, or Nick Clegg has suddenly discovered some principles. This week, George Osborne announced that there would be another £25 billion in spending cuts after the 2015 general election and around half of that would come from the welfare budget. For Clegg, who must have been given a spine at Christmas, it was apparently the straw that broke the camel's back.
The dead week between Xmas and New Year sucks. You feel fat and bored and the excitement of seeing your family for the first time in 6 months has worn off. It's a dull week, with rubbish weather, and half your friends are already back at work.
A funny thing happened to me over Christmas. After over 16,000 attempts, suddenly I tweeted something that went viral. At the last count it had received 1,231 retweets, and at midnight on Christmas Eve, I was trending 11th in the United Kingdom.
Earlier this week I attended a fantastic meal put on as part of the 'Bethlehem Unwrapped' festival put together by creative director Justin Butcher. The food was cooked by celebrated chefs Yotam Ottolenghi and Sami Tamimi. Ottolenghi is Israeli and Tamimi Palestinian.
Are these experiences from 2013 familiar? You arrive on a train and are greeted by a message warning of the penalties awaiting those with incorrect tickets; you arrive at a department store and notice a security guard; you are slightly behind with your Council tax payments and a top-hatted bailiff turns up on your doorstep.