I – like many of you, I’m sure – can’t wait for Christmas. Cosy nights down the pub, lazy duvet days, the excuse to buy something far too glam for the other 11 months of the year and, tbh, a few extra days off work. [Hi to my boss if you’re reading this. I love my job, but I also really love my sofa, okay?]
But one common theme emerged when we were putting the cover for this issue together: I realised I’m not the only one who is kinda ready for a smaller, less frantic and altogether chill-er festive season than years gone by. One where quality time with my very nearest and dearest matters much more than a packed social schedule that will leave me in a hungover heap crying at the It Feels Like Christmas scene in The Muppet Christmas Carol.
Well, the next generation of alcohol-free drinks aren’t just sans booze, they actually promise to simulate that tipsy fe
