George Whyte: No need to be angel over Christmas

Even at Christmas I don’t want to be an angel. For a start there are the wings. Flying sounds great – ideal for commuting. But where do you put them in bed? Then there’s the whole glowing-in-the-dark thing. This is not an attribute that helps you fit in. And the halo? Is that a good look?

There’s the whole “company of the heavenly host” thing. Have you noticed how these angel choirs are always perfect looking? It’s a scary setting where everybody is exactly the same and always in tune.

But the worst thing is all that 
perfection stuff, the white-dress-purity and goody-no-shoes stuff. The continual goodwill stuff. The never-an-angry-word stuff.