...it's snowing.
This is both fabulous and shite. Everything looks very pretty and I'm looking forward to some comedy attempts to make a snowman in the dark when I get home this evening, but walking to the station this morning would have been easier with crampons and an ice-pick. I'm aware that it's far more important to grit the roads than the pavements, but they could have made an effort on the station platforms at least.
Maybe it's a Surrey attitude, that everyone who's worthwhile drives around in a 4x4 with 3 dead foxes stuck to the bumper rather than actually walking.
Or maybe most people don't think sensible winter footwear consists of retro, suede Golas.
Also, three separate groups of kids tried to throw snowballs at me (possibly my turquoise hat is too much of a temptation) and missed by a woeful distance this morning. I don't know what they're teaching them in school these days...
Anyway, this is my new blog, set up after discussion with a mate who's studying journalism at the moment. I have absolutely nothing of interest to say and instead plan to bang on about Japanese cinema, comics and other proofs of my eternal geekery.
