The ghost of Xmas past is actually a ghost. We’ve killed the porter that works at the Brewery a lot of times. I don’t remember the last time we saw the him, but I’m sure he was in pain or rotting on the floor somewhere.
These great Xmas strips continue all this week and next.
Today I still need to shake the chill from my bones after spending 8 hours in the rain. Luckily all the beer I consumed took the edge off.