…with a side of New York snow.
Anthony is giving my Main Man some cause for concern..The Met Office boffins have issued this
While over on the Dark Side, folks are hunkering down for Bianca.(Good luck, Archie!)
See? Sandwich. Note to the Sky Fairy/Ceiling Cat…wasn’t the *%#ing rain enough?
What can I say? Oh! C’mon, people! I don’t get much practice at this in the Tropic of Capricorn! Maybe I should go back to the Met. and have a really good look at the Degas…
I’m rather enjoying the snow. Well, some aspects of it. There is a certain beautifying quality, a rendering of all things to the same level.
Of course, when “that level” is upwards of three feet deep and between you and your pay cheque…yes, I can see that the gloss would be minimal.
Still, some of us know how to have fun…
…a variation on the fairground coconut shies. “Aim for the baby buggy, Willie!” This is what my street was like the day before the latest snowstorm!
Yes, I can see that the gloss may tarnish!
I’m drawn to oddities. Particularly gaffs in advertising and journalism. There’s a company here (maybe it’s a national enterprise) that sells and delivers cleaning products. They have banner-ads on subway trains. One caught my imagination: floor wax to brazilian wax… we have it.
Look for their ads…
And don’t slip on that wax!