Beggars' Choice

... I'm going to sound sub-Seinfeld; whenever I hear "the Little Drummer Boy" (and I'm beginning to hear it a lot these days) I always think, "as a parent of a newborn, is that what I would really want? Some youthful Keith Moon turning up, unannounced, and bashing away for an hour or two?". It's bad enough when it's next door, but I guess we should be thankful he wasn't accompanied by his otherwise ever-present mates, Little Bass Boy, Little Shouty Angst Boy, and Little Rev His Commodore Aimlessly for Hours on End Boy.