Brass monkey weather
It's been cold enough to do brass
monkeys no end of harm. Proper taters out there. So I had that 'I'm
too old for this' feeling climbing through the world's smallest
access hatch, to get to a vertical metal ladder, to get out of a much
larger hatch and onto a roof. While it was snowing.
I almost took up smoking.
For the warmth it would have afforded.
Some Westminster lovechildren
revealed
This is uncanny:
Punchy and paunchy, the boy remains
almost coherent, until he talks about schools.
The bulging eyes. They're the giveaway.
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