26 December 1995 - CHRISTMAS STORY
I went round to my nan's for Christmas dinner. It was going well until my dad got up and kicked all the food off the table.
He called nan "gin-face" and threw all her presents in the fire, then ran into the kitchen and pretended he'd just cut his hand.
By the time the psychiatrist arrived, he'd thrown a chair at the Christmas tree and was trying to set fire to a box of nougat.