Ciaran’s Omnipurpose Blog

I was out today with a photographer doing a shoot for my big super-dooper project (more on that in a later post as I am under NDA), and we passed this. I had to take a picture for the blog because I am such a naughty man! 

We woke up this morning, at the usual 6:30am, to a beautiful snowy view of our garden. There was good inch of snow covering the green borders, the pond and the herb boxes. This would have been a great opportunity to go back to bed and rise later in the morning to drink our now-famous (at least amongst our friends) coffee, eat some good cake and look out upon the beautiful snow.

Unfortunately, like millions of others in and around London, we had to go to work.

So, pulling on our clothes and then pulling on some more clothes over our clothes and not forgetting to pull some more clothes on after that; and then gloves, we headed outside.

Due to a tight schedule that evening, we needed to drive to the station that morning, so we got into the car. Although it was now daytime outside, it was night-time inside the car because a huge drift of snow blocked out all the light. We managed to get in with only a minimum of snow falling into the car. Well satisfied, we next had to work out how to clear the side windows of snow. Rebecca opened her window and the snow fell away from the car. I opened my window and the snow fell into the car. Go figure.

We got five feet away from the house and were stuck in a traffic jam on the Hill. Yes! On the Hill! Incredible!

Such is the power of snow in the place known as “Great Britain”.

We reversed the five feet back into our parking space and started marching towards the station. On the way, Harrow schoolboys frolicked in the snow and pelted each other with snowballs in a mixture of bravado and bloodlust.

This blog is nothing if not obvious: the station was heaving. The status boards flagged all tube lines as either severely delayed or suspended. When I finally got to Baker Street, this was the sight that greeted me:

Such is the power of snow in the place known as “Great Britain”.

Still, in the evening, we went out and drank a Margherita and a Hemmingway in Cafe Cafe. Things felt a damn sight warmer and nicer!

Such is the power of cocktails in cold weather.

I’m sorry I haven’t updated this blog for such a long, long time.

Lots of things are in flux for me and work is extremely busy. I’m trying to keep away as much as possible from computers as well.

So I’ve had a bit of time to try to think about things, and spent a good bit of time the other night looking across Harrow on the Hill’s rooftops and staring at the London skyline. You can’t make it out from the photo, but you can see Wembley Stadium, the “Erotic Gherkin”, Canary Wharf and a whole lot of other landmarks from this vantage point.

The clouds were also incredible. It was very cold and windy and they seemed to flow and reform very quickly. Sometimes I could make out faces in the clouds, as if they were trying to communicate with me, and give me guidance.