This one speaks for itself (apart from to say that it was taken in a shop at the top of Oxford Street that was occupied by some odd and occasionally brilliant satirical art. Is there such a thing? Screwed if I know what to call it but that Banksy chap had something to do with it, you know the fella. I read that there was a message about the disappearing spirit of Christmas in the face of the ever-encroaching commercialisation of absolutely bloody everything, among others. You could also buy lots of stuff so they could hardly claim to be flying in the face of received capitalist imperialist dogma. Having said this, the Modern Toss greetings cards on offer inspired me to make my own from shamelessly downloaded images when I got home. So in essence I was sticking it to the man who's sticking it to the man. Right on.)