Must.... resist...

No, cant. I'm too cruel a person to let this one go.

Last weekend my beloved other half (some claim better half but I dunno.. bit on the short side), disappeared up Snowdon in Wales at the same time we were walking up Mt Freemont (my mistake earlier... part of the Burroughs mountains).

Firstly, a gripe with tourist boards. Scouring the net briefly for pictures of snowdon to go on here I've realised they're nothing like the ones I've received from home. The welsh tourist board seem to think that snowdon looks like this in summer.

Whereas it actually looked like this.

And they cant use the time of year as an excuse.. it's the middle of summer. Peasants. Just goes to prove my theories about that ball of drizzle and fog we still call home.

oh, and to go out on a final, ruthlessly cold note, a little comparison for you all. Snowdon, versus Rainier. Oh and Rainier is bigger as well. nurr nurr

Gah... Noise!!!!!! Where's my coffee?!