It screws up my holiday.
Christmas day my family and I are driving to my cousins house for dinner and to stay the night.
It being Christmas day I'm going to be on the sauce and probably not feel my best when catching the only train leaving Southport the next day at 6:45am so I can get back to Manchester and the comic shop when they open, instead of having a relaxing morning at my cousins.
For months I had been hoping- 'please don't be boxing day, please don't be boxing day', and then- boom, tough titty Mr Nick. Urgh. Damn you Marvel.