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I'm dreaming of a snowplough for Christmas

Yet again, a few inches of snow falls in England and we grind to a halt. Honest to God, you'd think we'd have learnt from the debacle of last February but oh no, why be practical and grit the roads once we get a 48 hour warning of incoming snow when it's so much more practical to leave the roads alone and watch cars slip and slide into each other?

At least last February the ghastliness was alleviated by the local ragamuffins who constructed giant snow penises (penii?) in the park. No such luck this time around. The only construction near to my home is a snowman who appears to be a Thalidomide victim.


Yeah, I'm grouchy and the reason is that I diced with death when the snow began to fall on Thursday night as I had to get a cab back from the train station to my parents' place. To say that my taxi driver was a marvel is an understatement. He carefully picked his way through the treacherous conditions while keeping up a jolly conversation about the crapness of Slough Council. Seriously, the bloke deserved a medal but had to settle for my (hopefully) generous tip.

By Friday the snow had turned to ice, which meant that I couldn't get down to the station for the Tube so I worked from home instead. Given that more snow was forecast last night, I decided not to head into London for my mate David's Christmas party for the MA group because I didn't want to risk getting snowed in and of course, as luck would have it, no snow fell so I could have gone afterall.


Fortunately, I spent Saturday night instead at uC and mR's place watching Russell Howard whose TV show on BBC3 completely cracks me up.

Russell Howard + Chinese food + stonking good company = win

It even made up for me falling arse over tit on the ice on the way there and again on the way back. Fortunately my fat arse saved me from serious injury.

Hooray for fat arses - the health and safety benefit of obesity that never gets acknowledged.


For those interested in my Christmas shopping travails (and really, who could fail to be interested when it's such a scintellating topic?) will be relieved to know that I solved the problem of what to get my mum by opting for a necklace, which I hope she will like. She should do - I carefully sounded out her taste by bringing jewellery catalogues in and having hypothetical conversations about what she'd like.

Cunning as a fox, me. Oh yes.

In fact subject to the delivery of one Christmas present, all my shopping is done for the year and just needs wrapping. I actually enjoy wrapping presents, mainly because I think I'm good at it. Other people are free to disagre, but they're wrong.

In other news, my dad's book about World War I has been published. For those of you with an interest in military history, I can heartily recommend War Over The Trenches by E. R. Hooton and more to the point, you've still got 4 shopping days to get a copy in for your loved ones this Christmas. They also make great Hannukah and Eid presents and are a welcome addition to any birthday, bar mitzvah, bat mitvah or other customary celebration.

Speaking of promotions, I took delivery of 12 bottles of wine on Friday as a thank you present for some work I did, which was v. unexpected and personally v. gratifying. I shall be drinking it with pleasure.

Right, I need to get back to my editing.


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Dec. 20th, 2009 03:43 pm (UTC)
Sorry to hear you fell over on the way back as well. Dare I hope the beer helped with the soft(ish) landing?

And I'm happy to uphold your claim to mad wrapping skillz. :nods:
Dec. 21st, 2009 01:45 pm (UTC)
The sheer incompetence of Britian in a time of snow is quite scarey. How difficult is distributing a little salt?


Dec. 21st, 2009 05:53 pm (UTC)
I am not going to Million Monkeys tonight because it is snowing. Clearly this is a sign of the Apocalypse, or at least a twisted ankle.
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