This is the season of shopping madness with rabid pensioners stumbling about the streets of Chichester causing all sorts of pedestrian or pavement rage. There are small groups of teenagers with linked arms, presumably to increase brain power though some sort of Vulcan mind meld, shrieking and giggling at the errant and confused pensioners. Combined with this are the new breed of rather girly men (Boys I suppose best describes them) in their tight fitting chinos, bare ankles, elaborately coiffured hair with arms folded across their chests like shy virgins as they tap away at their iPhones whilst carefully tripping down the street. What really surprises me though is the strong smell of money emanating from austerity stricken Chichester almost as a Nero character fiddles away among some burning bank notes! "Where is the recession" I heard a stricken shopper scream from outside one of the City's most expensive shops, "I want a slice of it" they shriek! As shops close, new ones open. New "upmarket" food and drink establishment open and Christmas light and decorations abound.... What recession ?

Happy Christmas and a Prosperous New Year one and all