‘Tis the season to be jolly drunk

I’m looking at a picture of three well-padded chaps lying on the ground beneath a table laden with pies and poultry.

These overindulged revellers planning to sleep it off might seem a familiar enough scene. But the artist has added some peculiar touches.

In the foreground, what appears to be an egg, its top removed and a knife dug into it, has sprouted legs and is skipping over to the man who lies spread-eagled, staring at the sky.

Behind the