Actually, it's raining grey lumps of ice here. Gordon Brown is rambling on and pretending he can't hear the questions.The town is absolutely deserted. Everyone has gone to their pueblos. I sort of wish I wasn't here.
Monday, 21 December 2009
Snow, snow, snow, snow
Actually, it's raining grey lumps of ice here. Gordon Brown is rambling on and pretending he can't hear the questions.The town is absolutely deserted. Everyone has gone to their pueblos. I sort of wish I wasn't here.
Sunday, 20 December 2009
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