Random reflections on culture, life and the Universe.
Warning: will regularly include Scottish actors.
You're lucky.They're bouncing off the windows here and they're the size of golf balls.Not like when I were a lad, mind you.
Golf balls? They're more like snowballs here (am in dread fear that this could turn into a ripping yarns/pythonesque sketch tracking the retrospective awfulness of past weather).Make a snowpeep! ) [eyeless in blogland]
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