Tuesday, 20 January 2009

57 Varieties of Fog

Will this fog never end?

Congratulations, America, by the way. We've been watching live coverage, as valiant BBC anchorfolk fill the endless, freezing hours before the Big Moment ("Yes, Hugh, I can ask -- along with this vast crowd -- perhaps the largest crowd ever to freeze its collective butt in the open air in Washington in January -- when, if ever, will I feel my fingers again?").

Loved the hat, btw, Aretha. ("Hey, nineteen, that's Aretha Franklin ...")

Maybe the fog is a metaphor for the Last Days of Bush ... Let's hope BHO really does have something up his sleeve, metaphorical-weather-wise.

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