The winds of winter

[pallas_athena]

I got back to London this morning, and I have to say the weather feels positively balmy compared to the past week in DC-- extremely cold, with a biting wind like Odin's own surgical knife. Factoring in the windchill, it was well below zero Fahrenheit (that's fuck-off cold, Centigrade users! See, I know [zero = freezing] has a certain logic, but [fuck-off cold] is a much more elusive measurement, neatly pinned down by the Fahrenheit system.)

speedlime and I went to see a movie the other night. Afterwards, I emerged from the building with one sleeve damp from having washed my hands. By the time we got to where the car was parked, my sleeve was crisply frozen. Fuck-off cold.

I was impressed, though, by the sight of snowbound Britain as my flight landed today. As I type, there are flurries falling in London, but not quite settling-- in the centre, at least.

I was going to try and fight the jetlag, but a hot bath and some comic books suddenly look like a much better idea. Abnormal service will resume shortly, true believers.

Comments

[library-keeper.livejournal.com]

Welcome back! Yes, today's snow in London is of that most annoying kind, enough to be a nuisance but not enough to provide an excuse for bunking off work. I picture you in an enormous fur-lined overcoat like a figure from an Edward Gorey drawing.

[somewanker.livejournal.com]

Glad you made it back okay. This weekend is supposed to be even colder, moving into the fuck-off-and-die cold range!

[justpolina.livejournal.com]

Welcome home! See you soon, yes? Am singing in a mad piece of Frank Martin at st george's bloomsbury tomorrow and sat, so do come along if you've a mind to wallow in French Goo!