...and then we have President Trump. If that weren't enough for me to deal with, today I have to witness the unedifying spectacle of Theresa May speaking a mixture of half truths, untruths, aspirational claptrap and bluster [aka talking utter bollocks].

Nine months ago she was saying the precise opposite, backing David Cameron's remain campain. Remember him? He's the miserable little turd who walked us to the cliff edge with that nice Mr. Farage poking him between the shoulder blades. Now May has completed the Butch Cassidy & The Sundance Kid jump sequence in the spirit of 65 million of us 'coming together'. What a presumptuous piece of shite she is too. How dare she say that in my name.

I only came here to post something about going to Hull and London last week. External examiner work in Hull at the beginning of the week and an opportunity to see the 'Lines of Thought' exhibition in the University library - a British Museum curated display of works-in-progress and sketches from famous artists and sculptors over the centuries.

They even had a Pissarro in the gallery housing the permanent collection next door...

Then down to London for a meeting at the Royal Society of Chemistry, which is right next door to the Royal Academy.

And then it was back home in time for Friday's snow ❄️