Fortunately because of religious sensitivities we're not being subjected to Christmas Carols but unfortunately that means I get blasted by Perry Como and Bing, or should that be Singh, Crosby saccharine sound-alikes when I go up for the occasional happy hour. Not to worry, my batch of home-hooch is coming on well. 25 litres of grapefruit wine. Everybody has heard of the grapefruit diet of course and as they were on a special in the supermarket I thought I'd go on a diet (yeah, right!). I think of it as the healthy option but what my liver will make of it is another thing entirely. The brew has only been festering since Tuesday but it smells pretty good and is bubbling merrily most of the time. I rate its chances of remaining unsampled this weekend as zero.