I Am English
And therefore I shall talk about the weather for a few moments.
Did you all notice how lovely and warm and bright and fabulous it was last week? Spring had definitely Sprung. Did any of you also notice that I was turning into a bit of a goddamned hippy? Well, not any more, cos over the weekend I shaved my head. Just in time for it to fucking snow on my shiny bare bonce.
I am Not Gruntled.
As an Englishman, I do, of course, blame the king of Spain, Jesuitical Tricks, and the pope, not necessarily in that order.