Looks like the snow has just about all gone from
the wretched hive of scum and villainy that is Mos Eisley Portsmouth. Or at least the bits of it I travel through to get to work. I reckon that I can put the slicks and road mudguard back on the commuter hack this weekend.
Although judging by the amount of coarse sand/grit laid down in some places, I may need knobbly tyres until the next rain shower washes it all away.
Actually, the past week or so has once again proved that timing is the very essence of all comedy:
04/01/10 - go for a bike ride, temporarily lose feeling in my toes.
05/01/10 - purchase Defroster boots in Chichester, get back to
the wretched hive of scum and villainy that is Mos Eisley Portsmouth a couple of hours ahead of the
SNOpocalypse...
06/01/10 - local military surplus shop has run out of entrenching tools.
13/01/10 - a fresh delivery of entrenching tools has arrived. Invest in one as against future
SNOpocalypses.*
15/01/10 -
SNO largely gone.
Not that I'm saying the arrival and departure of the
SNO has anything to do with me, oh no...