Yeah, but you're a tone deaf inbed ****wit who grows daffodils in his arse-crack*, so your opinion really doesn't count. *You're a fat useless Morrisey, basically
Sparkling mulled wine? Kill it. Kill it with fire! Never heard of such an abomination. Oh wait, rose wine.
Back in the day (25th December 2008, to be exact), I drank 72 bottles of Becks, three bottles of Turning Leaf, and a litre of Smirnoff. And a couple of Irish coffees. That was a dark time.
It was during the divorce. Magnus and I were on hostile ground. Like I said, dark times. I remember going to Makro to stock up on my Christmas booze, expecting it to last the festive period - but I polished it all off in one 18-hour session. Dreadful really.