Tag Archives: Snow

Check out these juicy melons!!!

Okay, so technically in this picture there is just one melon, but I’m pretty sure that one melon is only a single entendre, and I particularly wanted to make a double one. Anyway, Saint Pete is currently in the grips … Continue reading

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Spring Sprang… But Winter Bit Back

It got warmer… Just a little at first, but noticeably so. Average temperatures rose from minus something stupid to around 3 degrees. It felt warm. I didn’t need my most wintry jacket, or sometimes even to fasten my next most … Continue reading

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Well that’s a bit daft…

As you can see here, Saint Pete keeps his drainpipes close to his chest… er, buildings… Some of them then have open channels across the pavement to the road (which are invariably woefully inadequate for the amount of water they are … Continue reading

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I’m dreaming of two white Christmas(ish)es

My apologies for the extended absence. I’ve been back to the UK for Christmas (and as everybody knows, we don’t have access to the internet over there… ummm). This is what it looked like on Boxing Day.

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You can flush your Tate and your National Gallery down your Louvre…

…because for my money you will find no greater art collection on this fair planet, than right here with Saint Pete in The Hermitage (that’s the turquoise-y building to the right of my banner image)… and this year is its 250th birthday… … Continue reading

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I love the snow… which is lucky.

So this was the scene which greeted me as I left the bar (not as late as originally feared) where I was DJing on Tuesday night. (Points if anyone can identify which bar it was from this picture… In fact, … Continue reading

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I have nothing to prove…

…or so I always say, which makes me immune to dares and being called chicken. “Well that’s quite grown up.” you may be thinking, but I’d counter that a real grown-up shouldn’t really be concerned about being dared or called … Continue reading

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