On Friday lunchtime, I sprinted out of the office and straight into a major traffic jam. It would seem that everyone in the Cardiff area was let out of work at the same time, and many of my colleagues had a two hour crawl to travel 5 miles home! It's a common cry, but why is it that this great nation of ours is completely unable to handle an inch and a half of snow? All schools and businesses shut! I went into the supermarket, and people were panic-buying tinned spaghetti hoops.
My trip to Viney Hill was postponed until Saturday, but was fantastic once we got there. The centre had organised some Quarry Scrambling for us, which is just an excuse to be a big kid and throw yourself down muddy slopes. I've never been filthier - there was even mud in my pants after we'd finished.
Today's Guardian website features a particularly scathing article about 'Dr' Gillian McKeith, following reports that from today she is legally required to stop calling herself a Doctor. False advertising, you see! The writer of the article goes as far as calling her a menace to science! Brilliant. She claims to be a member of the American Association of Nutritional Consultants, only available to those with a PhD. However, the writer managed to legitimately purchase the same membership online for $60. But not for him, oh no. He bought it for his cat. His cat is called Hettie. His cat is dead.
Gillian McKeith, you have the same qualification in nutrition as Ben Goldacre's dead cat Hettie! 
