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It's snowing. Just a little bit but it is. Only the forecast said it might snow more in Lancaster yeah right and I have to catch the train back tomorrow, so...

Knowing my luck, it'll snow in Lancaster today but melt by tomorrow and it'll start snowing in Wales tomorrow just as I'm leaving. British weather hates me. All I'm asking is to get to throw one snowball this winter. Dammit.

Surprising revelations or perhaps not.

Oh Jeremy. If you'd told me a year ago that I'd have a soft spot for Jeremy Clarkson, I'd have laughed at you. A lot. Jeremy Clarkson was someone I liked for the snark and the fact that he insulted absolutely everyone. I didn't get the urge to give him a hug very often, simply because I didn't think he needed one. When he was in a bad mood, I assumed his way of feeling better was simply to eat the person who irritated him. It was only when I read his books, where he talks about his pet donkeys and his terrible attempts at fishing among many other things, that I started to think underneath the bearlike attitude, he was a bit of a softie.

And, when I read the bit where he talks about punching Piers Morgan, I started to see why (because it'd always been something that stuck in my head: he actually punched someone? It didn't fit the softie image -- until I was reading his complaints about how much it hurt his hand and the way he's so frank about it.) But it was only when I watched the Comic Relief The Apprentice special this week and actually saw Piers Morgan for the first time, that I came down totally and utterly on Jeremy's side. Because Piers Morgan really is an obnoxious git who should, from what I've seen, be punched on a daily basis for the good of humanity.

So, good job Jeremy. You've been added to the list of people I will hug any time, any place, with the slightest justification or even none at all.


On a completely different topic, I feel up to talking about Primeval now I've seen the finale last night. ( spoilers in general for the series and especially the final episode from last night )

It's very tempting to go looking for (or even write) fic but I have a dissertation to write that I've done no work on this weekend. Must. Resist. Even if Pandora is playing me inspiring songs.


Snow did not stick = sadness. Back in Lancaster tomorrow = awesome.

edit: Scratch that. Reverse it. Just looked out the window for the first time in a few hours... and it's snowing again. And sticking.

:D