Joan Collins

Joan Collins’s diary: The joy of fake Christmas trees

Plus: The hell of airport security

issue 13 December 2014

Every year Christmas comes earlier and earlier in America. Cards, baubles and imitation trees were being sold in the big department stores in August, and the street decorations have been up in Beverly Hills since well before Halloween. From late October onwards, it’s the season of dressing up and showing off in downtown LA. Street parades are all the rage and hundreds of thousands of people saunter around in costumes, some gorgeous, most grotesque. Infants and children are usually done up as baby chicks or bunnies, which is inoffensive — but some adults go beyond the boundary of what is acceptable. On Santa Monica Boulevard I saw one inordinately fat man dressed as ‘Baby Jane’, wearing only a pink crop top and miniskirt that displayed an offensive excess of hairy back and avoirdupois. The nightmare before Christmas.

I’m a sucker for Christmas, however.

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