Let's Do The Snow Right Here
Jim Duff calls from the newsroom telling me they'll be providing extra travel and news bulletins because of the snow. Both Glasgow and Edinburgh airports are closed and it seems lots of in Glasgow city centre last night and were allowed to spend the night in various trendy nightspots. We should do a follow-up on that story in a few weeks to see if romance blossomed on the dance floor as a result.
Meanwhile, at home, I head for the garden with the Zedettes to build a snowman. We're quite proud of our little figure until we see the neighbours rolling a giant snowball and sculpting an icy monstrosity about ten feet high. It has the sort of sinister smile that would give Aled Jones nightmares. Not to be outdone, we decide to construct a giant igloo. I use plastic storage boxes as a mould for huge snow blocks. I'm puting the finishing touches to this when Mrs Z. suggests my time might be better spent clearing the drive so that we can get the car out in the morning. It's times like this when I hate being a grown-up.
Later I'm looking out of the window at the neighbours' snowman and I see that local yobs have decided to add their own touch by pouring red curry sauce over its head. I now have the plot of a weird horror movie in which killer snowmen go around knifing each other.
Let's see if Aled Jones can come up with a song about that!
