I did warn you

So in my excitement for Christmas, which is getting increasingly closer, I've begun a gauntlet of Christmas films.

I tend to do it every year, and it usually contains (but is not limited to) Elf, Gremlins, Christmas with the Kranks, a version of A Christmas Carol and if Jane gets her way, Santa Claus: The Movie.

The whole thing culminates on Christmas Eve with Trading Places, Home Alone, Die Hard and Scrooged; with the grand finale being my all time favourite film It's a Wonderful Life on Christmas Day.

Good times.

The evil that beards do

I recently part-shaved my beard, leaving me with just a goatee. It’s weird because most of the time I have a beard, and on the occasions that I shave it off, I’ll see myself in the mirror and think “Oh right, that’s what I actually look like.” More often than not, I’ll also think “Must lose some weight and that extra chin I’m carrying.”

But the goatee is disconcerting. Maybe it’s because I was brought up on a strict diet of sci-fi, but when I see my reflection in the mirror, my gut reaction is always: “It’s evil me from the mirror universe”. Star Trek, anyone?

So in my head, Goatee Wez is the Wez where George Bailey was never born and Buffy Summers never came to Sunnydale. It’s the Wez from the Demons ship in the “Angels and Demons” episode of Red Dwarf. It’s the Wez from the Age of Apocalypse. It's the Wez where Richard Nixon is still President.

That’s just how my mind works, sad but true.