If Christmas markets are daylight robberies then you can call me The Louvre, baby, because I'm ready to lose it all. On grossly overpriced mulled-wine, of course.

As Britain descends into the passionate throes of mulled-wine-fuelled, mince-pie-eating, pigs-in-a-blanket-inhaling Christmas chaos - I figured now is the very best time to enlighten the residents of the island on which Christmas market is the undisputed overlord of all Christmas markets .

Full disclosure: I've been living in the UK for a little less than two years, but like any other self-respecting immigrant, I've made my contribution to the flailing economy of Blighty-apart from the totally insignificant £3,500 Immigration Health Surcharge-by spending obnoxious amounts of money at the daylight robberies that are Chris

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