February 8th, 2007


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Everywhere else gets work-impeding snow. Dublin gets temperatures low enough that you could see my nipples through a tee-shirt, jumper and leather coat combo but it still bloody rains. My coffee went cold in five minutes through contact with the air and I couldn't move the fingers holding it but is there so much as a snowflake to indicate an oncoming winter wonderland? Is there bollocks.