Yeterday we had snow...

...and I swear there are more interesting things going on! But it was awesome, at least five centimeters. In the early morning all the train stops had turned into these classic Canadian ads for multicultural harmony with people of all sizes and shapes having snowball fights (and at my usual station a couple of Chinese fellas had built numerous snow-commuters, placing two on a bench and another was haughtily smoking a pipe that I guess they found).

I've laid down and prayed to The Money and The Money spake unto me: "Oliver, that six week Foundation course would be pretty great but then you'd have a third of the savings you were hoping to have at the end of this contract. You would have a pretty thin financial cushion to catch your ass should you happen to fall on it.".

Which I don't understand because I must have built like twenty craven idols to The Money, but oh well! The Money works in mysterious ways.

For example, I've been stumped on what I could cover (other then the usual ubiquitous movie reviews) for one of the London Film Rags I've contacted. But then I got an email from a film collective south of the river whose mailing list I'd forgotten I'd signed onto. It let me know of an event near Shoreditch which is a free cavalcade of short films from 4pm-7pm then live and upcoming bands (some of whom are sponsored by Giles Peterson). Sounds like one of those "events" which an amateur journalist like myself could cover this Sunday.

Meanwhile I am negotiating with The Money to see if I can't at least take one of the single weekend courses. I'll sacrifice an accountant tonight and see if I can't find guidance from his steaming entrails.