It's that time of year again

This morning, I woke up and it was gray and dark. I went out of my flat to wait for the bus, and it was gray and dark. I got to Finsbury Park, and it was still gray and dark. Got off at Royal Oak: gray and dark. I've written about the British winter before, but I don't ever thing I'll stop being surprised by just quite how dark and how gray it gets in a city that is normally depressingly gray and dark.

Now I've got six months of this crap to look forward to. Joy.