Al Murray: the Pub Landlord gets in the Christmas mood
Sometimes running a pub at Christmas can be a joy.
As I write, a local choir is singing carols; both our inglenook fires are blazing; candles are flickering on all the tables. For a few wonderful moments, the low, slow voice of Bing Crosby has stopped singing through the pub speakers. The slight whiff of turkey and stuffing abounds; the Christmas decorations are sparkling; a wonderful aroma of
