Melting...

I knew today had been warm: the pigeons with knotted hankies on their heads, fanning themselves on the telegraph wires were a sure sign of that. There were other indicators, too. The smell of frying on the Underground, the fact that three minutes after dousing my slippers they were bone dry again (don't ask); the sound of Furtle wilting, that sort of thing.

I felt (feel) hot, too, but then I often do when the ambient temperature is much above freezing.

No, despite all these signs, I failed really to appreciate just how warm the day has been until the TV pretty much said fekkit and switched itself off while we were watching an episode of the highly entertaining but increasingly ludicrous Alias. Admittedly the set switched straight back on again, but the fact it felt moved to give up in the first place is a testament to the background temperature. I think we shall need to put a fan behind it tomorrow: that'll cool its biryani.

Tomorrow too, I shall be setting in motion the attempts to get a dish on the roof. I miss pointless telly and the ability to watch the occasional football match without wandering down to the pub.

In the meantime, despite a cool shower, I am melting. We have two fans going full pelt in the bedroom, which is where I'll be once this is finished and my cup of tea seen to.

For those as is interested, there is another episode of Dimpler Towers in the brewing, but frankly I can't concentrate until the sound of my brain fizzling on the inside of my skull gives up!

Melting...

I knew today had been warm: the pigeons with knotted hankies on their heads, fanning themselves on the telegraph wires were a sure sign of that. There were other indicators, too. The smell of frying on the Underground, the fact that three minutes after dousing my slippers they were bone dry again (don't ask); the sound of Furtle wilting, that sort of thing.

I felt (feel) hot, too, but then I often do when the ambient temperature is much above freezing.

No, despite all these signs, I failed really to appreciate just how warm the day has been until the TV pretty much said fekkit and switched itself off while we were watching an episode of the highly entertaining but increasingly ludicrous Alias. Admittedly the set switched straight back on again, but the fact it felt moved to give up in the first place is a testament to the background temperature. I think we shall need to put a fan behind it tomorrow: that'll cool its biryani.

Tomorrow too, I shall be setting in motion the attempts to get a dish on the roof. I miss pointless telly and the ability to watch the occasional football match without wandering down to the pub.

In the meantime, despite a cool shower, I am melting. We have two fans going full pelt in the bedroom, which is where I'll be once this is finished and my cup of tea seen to.

For those as is interested, there is another episode of Dimpler Towers in the brewing, but frankly I can't concentrate until the sound of my brain fizzling on the inside of my skull gives up!

Eyes like...

...piss holes in the snow.

It may be cooler outside today, but the flat stayed over warm for much of last night. Not good for sleeeep...

I think today will be punctuated with long and expressive yawns. I may wear my shades at the desk when I get to work; that way no one will see me nod off.

Eyes like...

...piss holes in the snow.

It may be cooler outside today, but the flat stayed over warm for much of last night. Not good for sleeeep...

I think today will be punctuated with long and expressive yawns. I may wear my shades at the desk when I get to work; that way no one will see me nod off.

Didn't I see them on Dick Tracy...?

This link courtesy lucyas...

"Aliens" have been seen on Murray Mount at Wimbledon. Of course, I'm old enough to remember when it was Henman Hill.

But nobody knows who the faceless figures, who often appear as motionless couples are, or why they are turning up at high profile events.

Theories include the possibilities that they are limelight-seeking pranksters, performance artists or that they are at the centre of a viral marketing campaign for an as-yet unknown product of forthcoming horror film.

Too much makeup remover can be dangerous

Apologies to linking you to the Daily Mail and all, but there we are.

Didn't I see them on Dick Tracy...?

This link courtesy lucyas...

"Aliens" have been seen on Murray Mount at Wimbledon. Of course, I'm old enough to remember when it was Henman Hill.

But nobody knows who the faceless figures, who often appear as motionless couples are, or why they are turning up at high profile events.

Theories include the possibilities that they are limelight-seeking pranksters, performance artists or that they are at the centre of a viral marketing campaign for an as-yet unknown product of forthcoming horror film.

Too much makeup remover can be dangerous

Apologies to linking you to the Daily Mail and all, but there we are.