Fuck...

Fuck fuck fuckety fuck.
Fuckety fuckety fuck!

F U C K!

Lifeline urgently needed...

Adverse weather...

And so the UK finds itself caught in a snap of cold and frosty weather. It's been the sort of weather that British people bemoan the lack of, especially before Christmas. But then presented with it, all hell breaks loose. At the moment, the major news story is that we have a "crisis". Yes, that's right. A CRISIS!!!

At least according to the Currant Bun.



It's a battle, just like love is...or is it that love is a battlefield? Most probably...

Anyway, what they really mean is that the gritting depots have less grit than they feel they need. But is this really an issue?

Not really.

I've been driving quite happily over snow and ice over the last few days with no problems. In fact, I have been specifically seeking out the worst roads to drive upon because...you CAN drive on them, AND IT'S FUN!

And so I've now perfected what I have termed a new art form...car ballet! Graceful pirouettes, a bit of dégagé. It's a hard-paced but saucy routine for me and my car. And we're doing good. At least, no dents or dinks, so far...

Meanwhile, enjoy my other new hobby, surf-sledging, invented with my good buddy RichardfromPutney. Best tackled when full of Young's Winter Warmer.




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