Each Christmas I write a newsy letter and email it off for worse or better to friends and family, colleagues and such who may or may not care that much. Then, this year a neighbour chanced to say that she throws her Christmas cards away and how newsletters bore her half to hell and she can't wait to bin them as well. She's even thought how fun it would be to write a fictional, dramatic fantasy and send it off to see who was gulled by the crazy lies she'd gone and told. I try to shake her voice from my head but earnest news turns gibberish instead. I find myself thinking of the world - how this "fake news" business unfurled and how it turns out it is more fun to make stuff up than be the boring one.