Oh, the weather outside is frightful!

I am very much confused.

Where are the pawpaw trees?

And the yam sellers?

And the okadas?

And the dust and the heat?

Why has no one said hello to me today?

What is this strange breakfast of grilled bread and fried pig meat?

And why are all the trees frozen?

And why is it so bloody cold?



Help!







* This post comes to you courtesy of the zippy wireless interweb connection in first class on the GNER train from London to Edinburgh. Yes, yes, I know, I know. PhD student in first class, what is the world coming to and all that.

One word for you: fog.