Fun-packed weekends

Instead of going to watch Rochdale FC from an executive box (pitch frozen), we ate a lot of cheese, went to Manchester's finest Japanese restaurant and tried not to get annoyed by fashionable types, then went sledging above Heptonstall after paying our respects (!) at the grave of Sylvia Plath. I bought a lot of books and got heckled by lesbians in Hebden Bridge in the style of Drive-By Abuser. All in all, a great weekend.

Apologies to Jo's parents. Despite my best man's speech at their daughter's wedding opening with a Rohypnol joke, they tried to say hello to me at the Richard Thompson gig, but I didn't hear - I feel really bad. 

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

I couldn't sleep last night, such was my joy at the expectation of more snow. Enthusiasm wasted - not another flake. Useless Met Office gits. Not that this prevented many students deciding that it was far too dangerous to leave their pits. Those who did, had to soil their souls by analysing the Daily Nazi (Bel Mooney today: 'Why does the Left hate the Family?').

This weekend, I'm tasting life outside the Premiership: a box at Rochdale FC, then a walk in the Pennines on Sunday. Luxury…

Comments on my new vole picture and title welcome. Parataxis is the arrangement of clauses or phrases without syntactical/grammatical linking - seems perfect for my blog's random stream of thought.