the beast from the east.time to batten down the hatches.

there's a wind blowing,
and it's a cold one.

We're off to Spain for three months on Saturday after all.

nice one.

lucky you.

You will be able to do the same when you're retired mate.

i hope i don't live that long.
but if i do,
and if i'm not homeless ,
i shall shut myself away,
with no human contact,
and a year's supply of porridge oats.

total recluse.



to the whole damned world.
fuck 'em all.

life eh?

it actually doesn't look so bad for tomorrow.
it's the windchill,
that's a killer.