Quote Originally Posted by Burney View Post

To sum up, then: Fúck winter. Fúck it in its inexorable, icy arse.
What kind of defeatist, furrin talk is this? Do you not love the changing of our seasons? The freshening of the air? The yellow, red and gold leaves on the trees in our parks and woodland? Jumpers for goalposts? The cosiness of the longer evenings? Ladies wearing knee-length boots?