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Thursday, 25 October 2007
On utterly unnecessary frost
Fine, if you're in an 80s pop video, I can see the point of lavish amounts of cold: bit of a brisk wind, epic seacape in the background, in come the swirling synthesisers. Makes sense. But for the rest of us, why bother? Why stand shivering on train stations, when there's clearly no danger we're collectively going to pop up in a Flock of Seagulls video - but instead are destined to freeze our (in many cases, metaphorical) nads off? I've already broken out the duffle coat in the manner of a hunter in the Canadian wastes breaking out the last pack of cartridges as all around the wolves howl (and no, I'm sorry, I don't think that's an extreme comparison). If God had meant us to be this cold, this early in the autumn, he wouldn't have given us ears.
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Martyn Glanville wrote:
The magical cycle and circle of life, Mister Goff.
With no cold, we have no warm. With neither cold nor warmth, we have no growth. With no growth, we have no hops. With no hops, we have no beer.
Huddle deep in that duffle's hood and dream of a soapy head on a fine pint, Titanic's Iceberg, say, to continue a theme. The log on the pub's fire crackles invitingly, old Ralph is always there in the snug, nursing a solitary glass for hours, and a tattooed chav is asking for a Bacardi Breezer.
Without the harvest that comes from seasonal change, you'd be stuck drinking, oh I don't know, toxic gin boiled in a bath.
Is that what you want? Coz that's what you'll get.
Take heart when Jack Frost is nipping on the station platform.
can it, you danish pastry. just cos you've acclimatised and all that...
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