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Last week, I went to LA for work and, as I often do when I'm in California, I went to a secondhand clothing shop. (For reasons I have yet to fathom, California has the best secondhand clothing shops in the world: cheap and colourful and just generally a delight.) I noticed that this particular one had a secret back room, so I asked to go in. Reader, I married it. Or I would have, if one could marry a room because this room was full of ??? can you guess? ??? old Christmas jumpers. Festive red jumpers from 1980s LL Bean catalogues, ridiculous ones that looked like advent calendars, beautiful Intarsia ones bedecked with snowflake patterns. I was Charlie Bucket, walking into Willy Wonka's chocolate factory. Amazingly, I managed to limit myself to just the one (an Intarsia one with reindeer, and a lick of silver thread around the cuffs), for a bargain $10. I had found my Xanadu: my very own, perfect, 1980s Christmas jumper.