London has turned into a winter wonderland. Which is gorgeous, long as you don’t have to go out. From inside it is beautiful, peaceful, WARM and sunny. Out there its fucking hell. Ice and snow, trains cancelled, tubes disrupted, roads closed, cars crashed, slush and slip, cold and messy. And as my ‘worst man-flu ever’, personal epidemic, enters its third week, still having minor problems regulating my body temperature as I alternate between ‘shivers’ and ‘too hot’, both at the same time, getting dressed for this weather poses problems. You put on 19 layers, cover everything except your eyeballs and you’re fine. Til you get on the tube. Then you sweat. Like a mo’fo. So you unpeel, stopping only when you reach underpants and vest as optimum clothing for the temperature. By which time you’re half way there and need to start putting it all back on so you don’t freeze at the other end. And if that doesn’t piss off everyone else on the carriage, coughing repeatedly all over them certainly does. But heh, this isn’t about making friends.

Going to the Hampstead Theatre tonight to see ‘Dry Powder’. Supposed to be really good, stars Hayley Atwell and was booked months ago. Before… the disease! If I can manage to stay awake and not cough all over the stage I’ll consider it a result. And if the coughing doesn’t piss everyone else off then checking the football score at Wembley for Spurs Cup replay certainly will. Again; not about making friends.

Europe used to be our friends. Until we decided we’re not going to play with them any more. Which was a bit like cancelling a gym membership because it seems a bit expensive, and then realising that cancelling would mean you can’t actually go to that gym any more. We want to leave Europe and stop paying them all that ridiculous money. Yet still want all the benefits that the money used to reap. That’s half the team. The others want no ‘benefits’ whatsoever, want complete autonomy from Europe in every sense, keep your trade deals and your open borders, stick your zero tariff up your collective jacksy, we’re off to play with Japan and China and America!!! (Europe currently accounts for about 75% of our trade, the rest of the world, 2.6%. I’m not a mathematician.)

If we actually had a collective plan on what we really wanted, that might help. But we don’t. And even if we did those Euro-bastards would probably veto all of it. Other than that; its all going really well.

Right, I can delay no longer, gotta start getting dressed for the journey. Should be out in an hour. Or two.

Happy Wednesday

A xxxx