Dare you undertake the epic quest for a £4.50 tub of Heroes?

THEY used to be everywhere. It’s all your sister’s asked you to get in return for her laying on the whole Christmas day. But have you left it too late for a cheap tub of Heroes?

STEP ONE: ASDA

You pop in to Asda, remembering all those tubs they were punting out for under a fiver week ago, when you laughed at their pathetic attempts to scare customers into stocking up early. ‘Consumerism run rampant,’ you quipped. All tubs are now £6. No ‘buy two for £9’ offers or anything.

STEP TWO: SAINSBURY’S

Decrying Asda for leaving the working man behind, you reason that given everything else at Sainsbury’s costs shitloads so they’ll do cheap chocolates as a loss-leader. You’ll get them, no fear, and your sister won’t pull that face she does implying you’ve let the family down. Shit. They’re £6 here as well. You’re not paying that, the rip-off bastards.

STEP THREE: TESCO

Aha! All you need these days is your Clubcard and you get money off, that’s how it works! You’ll be walking in there in Christmas day with a tub under each arm as well as the big presents you’ve got for her kids, even though they’re little shits who ask why you never have a girlfriend. £6 in here as well? No way. It’s not the money, it’s the principle now.

STEP FOUR: WAITROSE

Okay, you’re officially desperate. But you never know, Waitrose might come up trumps. It’s kind of like those movies about finding the true meaning of Christmas in the most unlikely location – you’ll find a bargain where you never expected one, in this den of posh twats. What’s this, and in a metal tin? A £12 con with barely more than is in the tubs. Wankers.

STEP FIVE: AMAZON

What were you thinking, shopping IRL? Everyone gets everything online these days. A quick search and… ah. It seems to be one of those items Amazon’s weird about and sells for twice the normal retail price. Or more. Plus delivery.

STEP SIX: MORRISONS

The most Northern of supermarkets surely understands. Like a tight Yorkshireman, it knows there’s a reasonable price that shouldn’t be exceeded. At this point you’d settle for £5.25 and offer the cashier a handshake. No. Six quid like they’re all in the same f**king cartel. You part with £12 for two tubs, like you could have an hour ago. F**k Christmas.

Six songs that are about how down to f**k Santa is

FATHER Christmas wants you to call him Daddy, and according to these musical masterpieces ’tis the season for him to get some. Listen and believe: 

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus, The Ronettes, 1963

The conceit of the song is the innocent child, not realising Santa is his parents, seeing mummy kiss daddy. But was it really necessary for his father to dress up like that to put presents under the tree? Is it not more likely the real deal? And how long does the child watch for? Long enough to write a song about it, the creepy little voyeur.

I’ll Be Your Santa Baby, Rufus Thomas, 1973

A funky number in which old St Nick, true to form, promises to ‘slide down your chimney and bring you lots of joy’ but goes on to make the whole situation uncomfortable by adding ‘what I got for you, mama, it ain’t just a toy,’ suggesting a dangerously inflamed LoveHoney deliveryman.

Santa Claus Got Stuck in my Chimney, Ella Fitzgerald, 1950

Anyone who believes this is an innocent Christmas jingle hasn’t fallen down the infinite hole of Pornhub’s bizarrely popular ‘caught in washing machines’ genre.

Santa Claus is Back In Town, Elvis Presley, 1957

The original hip-swinging horndog embodies a spirit of Christmas that lustfully focuses on ‘being a real good girl’ and asks the listener to ‘hang up her pretty stockings and turn off the light’ before he comes down her chimney. What will happen to the mince pie left by the fireplace is unrecorded but filthy.

Santa Claus Wants Some Lovin’, Albert King, 1974

In this song, Santa ponders the moral and ethical repercussions of seeking intimacy with married women. Either that, or croons about how much he doesn’t give a shit about turkey or Christmas cake and just wants to bang MILFs.

Santa Baby, Eartha Kitt, 1953

The sexual attraction to Santa Claus, known as Santaphilia, is dated to the release of this song. Eartha leaves the jolly old elf in no doubt that she is willing to exchange sexual favours for lavish gifts, a quid pro quo the dirty, magical bastard will happily take. It won’t be a sooty footprint he’s leaving in front of the fireplace as evidence.