Hurrah! The snow has melted, leaving me free from sliding to a slippery doom!
But left behind are the frozen statues of Raymond Briggs type characters... impervious to the permafrost, they remain standing tall. And naturally, being built in Chav Central, they still sport their snowschlongs and ice moulded mammaries.
Apart from in The Park, where clearly space monster infected Monsieur Neary types have been tossed out their council flat for moulding mash into mountains, and sculpting edifices of Wyoming landmarks in their dressing downs.
Yup - there be a huge replica of the Devil's Tower National Monument. Right by the bus stop, so the outer-spacial oopma-loompas can pop down Chapelfield for a bit of a touristy shopping before nicking unwary rednecks loitering in Fiddlewood woods.
So now I can't git no sleep, what with the Jean Michel-Jarre lightshow down the road! I thought the noise from Funky Monkeys was bad, but now I have to be woken at 3am by a repetition of the same 5 bloody notes!
Not to mention being evacuated because of Anthrax. Although why popular New York poodle-perm mullet metal rockers of the mid 80s should be allowed to evacuate us just to play "Doo Bee Doop DUM DURMMMM" over and over again in a roller booting venue with interplanetary craft being hoisted over an ice sculpture is beyond me!
Must be a "Rock" thing, along with the obligatory groupies, bouncers and steak sandwiches...
