Return of the Frost Kid Gang: 2deep2desolate
Summerhall - Anatomy Lecture Theatre
Cabaret and Variety
It has been Christmas Day for almost 23 years. Across the winter wasteland, we huddle against the ice winds. Bellies churning with brandy butter, the only food we can scavenge now is curdled egg nog and mini scotch eggs. Our houses, crumbling under the relentless frost, have been fortified with fairy light razor wire and lawn ornament barricades. Our only warmth comes from the many layers of novelty jumpers and Disney socks. This is how the world ends: not with a bang, but with a Yuletide; the big crunch as the Nativity is reversed and sucked back inside.