Wintertime yeahyeahyeahyeah winter!

It's only gone and bloody snowed!

Admittedly it's likely to all be gone by lunchtime but for a minute there I thought we'd never see the white little fucker again.

But we have and that is good. All the local kids are building snowballs that are far too big for them to actually throw with any force (tip: make em small and pack em with grit. If you gash someone's eye, just say you thought it was 'brown snow'). All the posher local mums are taking pictures of their kids just so they can remind them later on that there was a time when you couldn't sunbathe in January.

Finally, and obviously, the fat middle-aged executives are out in their 4x4s fighting off winter like the real men they are (even the female drivers have five o'clock shadows). I fucking hate those cunts at the best of times, but on the first and possible sole sparkly morning of the entire winter I hate them all the more. So when some rust orange Range Rover tried to overtake me on my bike, I pulled right into the middle of the road and rode in a straight line all the way with his big manly engine growling impotently behind me.

And Boy Did That Make Me Happy


PS Got my first comment - and it's from a nutter! (see below)