Thursday, March 17, 2005
Happy St Patrick's Day.
How else would you explain 31cms of fresh snow overnight?
Well, there is apparantly an Irish myth that on the 17th of 18th, St Patrick's wife cleans up after the party they had in heaven, and brushes a last little bit of snow onto earth.
Well, I think that all the Norse Gods gatecrashed 17 Saint Street (Paddy's house) and jumped up and down on the floorboards or something.
St Patrick > The Griz
More later - got to shovel down my noodles and curry (breakfast of champions) and get ready to snowboard for the first time in a couple weeks.