In Actual Fact…

Whilst checking the Met Office web site to check the weather (none of this consulting a thermometer and looking out of the window for me in this high-tech modern world), I couldn’t help notice that they’d issued a severe weather warning for London and the South East tomorrow. Actually, I checked the Met Office website to look at their radar picture to see if the snow was going to stop soonish, or should just go running in it anyway, but wear my slightly longer shorts because I’m Northern and ‘ard.

Anyway, where were we. Ah yes, the severe weather that’s going to be battering the South East tomorrow:

There is a moderate risk of a severe weather event affecting southeastern parts of England. Rain and sleet will turn to snow as it moves southwestwards across southeastern England during the early hours of Monday and through Monday morning. This will lead to the formation of widespread ice on roads and pavements. There will be accumulations of a centimetre of snow in places on the lower ground and a couple of centimetres over the hills.

Issued at: 1011 Sun 4 Jan

Obviously a whole centimetre of snow (maybe) wouldn’t bother me because I’d be safely underground at t’pit, carefully balancing chips on my shoulder…..

Song playing as this was published: The Wannadies : You And Me Song

Made a New Year’s resolution? Of course not, you’re all completely perfect already. Admittedly, I did acquire a new pair of running shoes in the sales and I’ve taken special care to walk through ankle deep mud in them, just so no one would think they were brand spanking new when I went for a run this morning as part of the new regime.
Blogger, on the other hand has obviously teamed up with Weight Watchers for the day and is coming up with word verifications like this:

Time for another pie for me….

Now, I know none of you have commented on the last 100 posts of mine. What, your RSS reader wasn’t working? You say you can’t see anything here that I’ve written since August, either? Well despite the obvious shortcomings of the browser you’re reading my blog with, I’m still going to wish you all a healthy, happy and prosperous - especially prosperous, because the way things are looking and unless you’re particularly prone to health and happiness problems, that seems to be the biggie - 2009.

Addendum. Smugness is: being the designated driver on New Year’s Eve, being stopped by the police driving down country lanes, avoiding the main road at 1 a.m. winding the window down and having them wish you a Happy New Year, because you’re patently not even worth breathalysing with so many other targets about.

The ad agency probably went with “knowing” or else one of the sick masochists actually believes this.

Okay, okay, they might have a point with the words “…will be crammed full…” I suppose.

Now. I’m not going to go so far as to say that I *like* the place, but after returning to Munich for the first time in five years I’m prepared to grudgingly admit that it’s (adopts voice of sullen teenager) “okay”*.

*On warm summer evenings. Whilst sitting in a beergarden. Drinking a beer. That someone else has paid for.

….Flights to Germany cancelled because Lufthansa pilots have gone on strike, but travel by French railway quick, easy and efficient - although still with a slight Gallic charm:

When being served lunch “Bière?” - places can of Kronenbourg on table.
“No thanks, I’m hiring a car when I get off the train.”
“Ah, of course.” And replaces the can of beer with a bottle of red wine.