It’s Big Friendly’s birthday tomorrow. What do you get the man who has … me? After work today, my friend and I are going shopping to find him some nice things to make him feel spesh. But, and I say this from experience, shopping 11 days before Xmas day can be a little harrowing. My biggest problem (aside from the desperate and confused multitudes) is the pan-pipe and electronica versions of the Christmas carols pushed through the mall systems. The worst part is that in the main section you’ll be listening to a damn partridge in a pear…walk through the doors of Edgars into boughs of holly…out into pa rup a pum into Mr Price in a manger and then into picknpoo whose standard endlessly repeated favourite is the wordless and whining silent night. I better have some inspiration out there in the mosh pit of retail tonight or poor Big Friendly is getting socks and undies. Again.