A MAN has set out on an exhausting one-month trek through streets lined with wooden cabins selling overpriced tat.
Nathan Muir popped out for a quick look round his local Christmas market at the weekend but is not expected to return home until the end of December at the earliest.
Muir said: “I forgot about the shuffling crowds of dead-eyed shoppers who make browsing Christmas markets as pleasant as wading through dung.
“I’m trapped in a maze of mulled wine stands, ‘currywurst’ stalls, and sheds filled with crap nobody needs, like wooden bow ties.
“I may also choke to death on all the fake snow.”
Muir’s wife Sarah said: “If he isn’t back by the start of January I’ll cut my losses and settle down with whoever I accidentally shag at the office party.”