HST RIP / Letter to the editor, from yesterday's Observer (presumably ironic)

It seems that Hunter S Thompson has died. The story is all over a news outlet near you. A dramatic exit for a legendary talent.

And from yesterday's paper :

As a burglar, mugger and shoplifter, I would like to say 'thank you' to all those motorists calling for the abolition of fixed speed cameras (News, last week). Since the introduction of these stealth-tax boxes there has been an increase in the number of bobbies roaming the streets - making it increasingly difficult for me to earn a living. I've suffered year-on-year losses and am on medication for stress and anxiety.

Let's get our police officers back where they belong - strutting their stuff on Britain's highways, making our roads safer for all instead of targeting soft options like myself.
Nigel Lewin
Darwen
Lancs

Snow.

I made it about as far as the Grange before it hit. At first a couple of small flakes sneaked past, as if they might have fallen off one of the trees. Then a few more, and within a couple of minutes the hills had disappeared and the city was engulfed in a cloud of swirling snowflakes as large as my thumbnail. Within a couple more they were starting to lie on the road and the pavements, adding to the remains of last night's fall on roofs and parked cars. Soon my glasses were useless, covered in drops of melt, and a crust was building up on my jacket and hair.

By the time I reached the Kings Buildings, the fall was slackening, the flakes were smaller and the sun was breaking through. I looked straight up into blue sky above me and saw untold thousands of white fragments tumbling down through it.

It was like being wee again, in Bishopbriggs. My memories are of it snowing a lot back then, although I'm sure I'm only remembering the best bits.