Was it all a dream?/ Jazz A Manger

Ah, the snow.
It came.
It went.
It sort of kind of came back but not really.
Was it all a dream?

She ground London to a halt for a whole Monday while all sorts of people got on with complaining that councils could see it coming and why weren't they adequately prepared and yawn yawn yawn yawn. There was a good leader in The Times - The Times! of all the papers - which said before anything else is said about the snowfall - the biggest the capital had seen in 18 years - the first thing to say was that it was absolutely beautiful.

True that.

Putting aside the simple joyful spectacle of it all, the childish joy it brought out in everyone that came into contact with it some of whom had never seen snow before let alone on their doorstep, and putting aside that for anyone with a 9-5 style job that involves a commute it gave a free pass from work and the chance to enjoy something naturally beautiful and free to boot, there were some poetic scenes which seemed somewhat apposite.

Like people making impromptu sleds from the board part of For Sale signs and whizzing down park slopes with whoops, yelps and screams. Someone I know said on fireworks night that one good thing to come out of the credit cunt (slip that into conversation and see what happens, just try it, but make sure you say 'credit crunch' if prompted to say it again) is that people are thankful for simple pleasures again.

There's something about people, adults even, sliding down hills on Foxtons signs which seems to be a righting of the natural order of things, and the fact it was prompted by mother nature on such a spectacular scale only served to reinforce this.

Have I disappeared up my own bottom?
It's sounding more echoey in here than I recall. And I can't see a damn thing.

Jazz a Manger is going to be revisited in another post. But, and I haven's asked anyone about this or bothered to check their website, but Pret definitely have a Jazzer music policy, which when coupled with the liberal application of Mayo in their sarnies I find creates an indigestion time bomb.

If you haven't noticed their Jazz before then trust me, noticed once, notice always.

You might think I'm having a go at them just because they're really successful and I'm British and that's what British people do, and there may be an element of truth in that. There may not. But there's also an element of undisputed truth that I think Jazz goes badly with eating. And it goes badly with coffee, which makes you mildly anxious anyway.

Maybe I can feel a name change letter to the blokes what run it suggesting a name change. Might be amusing to publish the response at any rate.

Can't end a post without a song, now can I.
Here's another excellent cover of The Boss' I'm On Fire. Lovely. A winter warmer.

http://hypem.com/track/715188/Bruce+Springsteen-I%27m+On+Fire+(Cousin+Cole%27s+Bad+Desire+Mix)