Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Snow nice to see you

Ah there you are!
What is it about snow that turn us all back into children? At 1 am last Saturday night (after a few beverages) a group of us headed to a roof top in Rathmines for a snowball fight, giddy as skittle fed kids we pelted each other with abandon, no allegences, every person for themselves. Looking over the the roof tops one our number noted that Rathmines looked almost Dickensian in the snow, like Oliver Twist should turn up shortly. He was right, so we snotted him with a snowball. Twat.






Since then I've become perilously addicted to checking the temperature on my iPhone. (3 degrees C)
Yesterday it was minus 7 so I took a screenshot as a souvenir
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Mulq, the incredible