Where's My Weather?

Well the thaw in North London is well under way, dashing our hopes of armpit-deep drifts, home working and emergency Red Cross food drops from the RAF. You just can’t depend on winter to deliver like you could in the old days, when rivers would freeze as a matter of course and ducks would wander disconsolately across ponds wondering quite what had happened to their homes.

In central London, of course, there is almost never any snow on the ground. It has happened, but very rarely. Somewhere, unless I have lost it, I have a grainy snapshot of the Houses of Parliament covered in snow, which I took from the nineteenth floor of the North Tower of the late and unlamented Department of the Environment Building in 1990. That was well before digital photography or even the internet (much less the web) was common place and by the time I’d had the picture developed, all traces of snow in Southern England had long since disappeared. In contrast, I have oodles of pictures of chilly weather from last February and the recent cold snap.

With consummate timing and irony, we had decided to take close up pictures of the glaciers forming on The Carpathia just as it got dark on Saturday. By Sunday morning, only the hardiest of ice-floes remained and there was just not enough to brag about any more, much less anything worth wasting a digit or two on. Still, the bulk of Winter remains ahead of us, and provided we are not prevented from attending the Rammstein gig at Wembley Arena on my birthday at the beginning of February, we still have time for nature to redeem itself.

In other news, we are returning to our attempts to shed tonnage in The Carpathia. We did quite well for some weeks in the middle of last year, I was within an ace of being able to wear my leather jacked comfortably and then we fell off the wagon with commendable alacrity. Over Christmas and the New Year, I fear we have undone the remains of the good work, with lavish foodwork and so we begin from scratch.

Of course that’s today as our first day of our second attempt at healthy living. So it would be today that we receive an invite out of the blue for drinks after work. The Karma Pixies have clearly just received a memo from the irony department.

Where's My Weather?

Well the thaw in North London is well under way, dashing our hopes of armpit-deep drifts, home working and emergency Red Cross food drops from the RAF. You just can’t depend on winter to deliver like you could in the old days, when rivers would freeze as a matter of course and ducks would wander disconsolately across ponds wondering quite what had happened to their homes.

In central London, of course, there is almost never any snow on the ground. It has happened, but very rarely. Somewhere, unless I have lost it, I have a grainy snapshot of the Houses of Parliament covered in snow, which I took from the nineteenth floor of the North Tower of the late and unlamented Department of the Environment Building in 1990. That was well before digital photography or even the internet (much less the web) was common place and by the time I’d had the picture developed, all traces of snow in Southern England had long since disappeared. In contrast, I have oodles of pictures of chilly weather from last February and the recent cold snap.

With consummate timing and irony, we had decided to take close up pictures of the glaciers forming on The Carpathia just as it got dark on Saturday. By Sunday morning, only the hardiest of ice-floes remained and there was just not enough to brag about any more, much less anything worth wasting a digit or two on. Still, the bulk of Winter remains ahead of us, and provided we are not prevented from attending the Rammstein gig at Wembley Arena on my birthday at the beginning of February, we still have time for nature to redeem itself.

In other news, we are returning to our attempts to shed tonnage in The Carpathia. We did quite well for some weeks in the middle of last year, I was within an ace of being able to wear my leather jacked comfortably and then we fell off the wagon with commendable alacrity. Over Christmas and the New Year, I fear we have undone the remains of the good work, with lavish foodwork and so we begin from scratch.

Of course that’s today as our first day of our second attempt at healthy living. So it would be today that we receive an invite out of the blue for drinks after work. The Karma Pixies have clearly just received a memo from the irony department.