A starch is born
Nov 25, 2019
2 minutes
TEXT SAM WOULIDGE
I embrace (even pride myself on) the reputation I have for being a tiny bit trashy at Christmas. Okay, I am in fact the Queen of Kitsch Christmas. I festoon an enormous purple tree with silver disco balls and tinsel. I haul out fairy lights. I bring out the Christmas compilation CDs. I insist
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