"There's a monkey in the jungle watching a vapour trail, caught up in the conflict between his brain and his tail..."

Another night of broken sleep. This back/side strain is truly doing my head in. Woke up with a proper frown-on, my head buzzing with half dreamt dreams and prophetically A Someone's voice echoing through my mind.
I need a massage.

Glorious weather this morning, crocuses are up and opening, the daffs are just a week or two away and soon it'll be blossom o'clock. Cheers me up. Winter is such a drab time...
According to the telly box last night, the clever bods at kew gardens have said that spring is months early this year, as opposed to 'only' weeks early last year. The projections of steady warming over the next century or so are now being re-evaluated. The new thought is for sudden, dramatic warming almost overnight...the evidence is there in the change of plant behaviours literally year on year and the accelerated melting of the artic ice and glaciers. I'm still not entirely convinced it is our fault, as far as i've been told our planet goes through these climate changes at regular intervals (something about the cycle of warming and cooling our sun goes through) and there is substantial evidence for that. Most of the pandemonium about environmental disaster is churned up by journalists and campaigners looking for exciting news, and by blaming ourselves we feel we can control it. I'm pretty sure there is little we can do myself, its out of our hands. It has its benefits though, the trend and application for sutainable energy production can only be a good thing for our health. Either way this glorious land we call yorkshire could have the current climate of Southern France by as early as the middle of this century, leeds council are already making plans to import trees that will be able to deal with those conditions. Our indigenous, shallow rooting trees will not be able to handle it. Yorkshire will be relocated to Iceland or the Outer Hebrides. On those projections however every thing between the Tropics of Cancer and Capricorn will be unbearable and unihabitable. That's probably two thirds of the world's population...all looking for somewhere to live.
The expression "time and tide wait for no man" has never seemed so apt...

Ahem.

Met my Mrs Jones for coffee in harrogate and discussed the mostly pros of yesterday's date with Someone New. Then signed on, went window shopping and got bought a new pair of Ginch Gonch underpants by Mrs Jones. Another ten points to her! There are few things that excite me as much as new pants (except shoes). I've probably said that before. Its not a secret.
They are snug.

Today is Shrove Tuesday. In some parts of the world they celebrate this with parties, processions, fêtes and carnivals before Lent kicks in and we deprive ourselves of the things we love for forty days and nights.

Here in the uk, we eat pancakes.
Hurah.
Anyhoo moo has brought a friend home with her for said Pancake Day, so I should really do my flip/toss party trick before I begin a rant about the planned re-reclassification of cannabis to a classB drug.
The bullet points of that rant for you to take away with you would be:

? Silly sods.
? Decriminalise it.
? Control it.
? Tax it.
? Every one happy

Song: 19-2000
Artist: Gorillaz
Album: G Sides

Standby.

Mind The Gap.

Stat.