...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

I love winter. There's nothing quite like being curled under a duvet reading or watching a film while outside the rain beats down on the windows and the wind howls like it's trying to tear the roof off your house. It's misty and dusk lasts from four 'til seven every day, and I'm drinking hot chocolate with whipped cream and cinnemon and reading John Connelly's latest book, which was released yesterday, for those of you who care.

It doesn't get any better than this.