There

is no greater pleasure in life than it verging on winter, dispelling the cold with duvets, blankets and anything else I can find that makes me resemble a giant marshmallow, bed socks, milky coffee, browsing its nice that and reading poetry that makes me want to write, looking at work that makes me glad to be an art student and listening to jarvis cocker's sensuous voice on his sunday service show. Its like when Fran gets a bit too excitable in Black Books over the man that does the shipping forecast.