Oh dear - everywhere today seems to be like early February lost in time somewhere in a less than salubrious back street of the North West in the early 1970s with rusting gastometers and an unforgiving north easterly wind biting at your cheeks in a merciless almost schadenfreidian way. I hate rain and I hate the days when the sun seems to be so dozy that is can only be half arsed (or assed for those obsessed with Yank speak) to shine its 'crazy' rays through the banks of stubbornly dirty cotton wool cloud.

erm...Yay?