Of Snow, Squirrels And Sisters-In-Law

I’m currently enjoying a packet of Cajun Squirrel crisps. We’ve sampled all the Walkers flavours in the office and the winner is Duck in Hoi Sin sauce. This judgment is based purely on the fact that it’s the one flavour that actually tastes like the description on the packet. The unanimous decision is that chilli and chocolate crisps are morally wrong.

My sister-in-law has answered my cries and emailed me a picture of a snow willy. Quite frankly, it’s so anatomically correct and disturbing that I can’t bring myself to publish it. If you really must see it, you can email me. Whenever I close my eyes, there it is. I’ve opened Pandora’s box and it’s full of snow penii (is that the correct pluralisation of penis? I’ve only ever had to refer to one at a time. Usually to my doctor and often through a fog of shame)

Actually, it’s just occurred to me that I don’t think I’ve mentioned the whole snow willy thing anywhere else other than this blog, so if you’re reading this, Amy, hello!

Chapter 147: Upon Which Dave Received Some Good News

All the blogging guides on the web say "use photos in your posts", so here's the view from my laptop. 

I actually managed to make it half way towards work before the snow came down, people started crashing and I thought that I might as well give up and come home. 

Apparently, a work colleague took an hour to complete a journey that would normally take three minutes. All uphill. 

Anyway, The Agent emailed me this morning to tell me that a production company that's ACTUALLY MADE STUFF I'VE WATCHED ON THE TELLY really liked "Stuck Between Stations" and want to meet to discuss that and the other strange things in my head. Brap! As I believe the young people say these days.

Though, obviously, this all depends whether I can make it out of my driveway...