The suburbs are killing me - So it's minus 3.5 on my car thermometer. That's quite cold. I have a problem with the city though, I trundle along approximately 100 yards of untreated road until I hit a well lit gritted road which takes me to work in 10 minutes.
I crave a little bit of adventure, I want to feel like I have accomplished something by making it in to work in the morning.
My colleagues have herculian stories of heartache driving from all corners of the countryside, my father drives from Portadown to Derry over the Glenshane every day of the year. I can't compete in this game of 'Commuting Top Trumps'.

The city makes you soft, this is undoubtedly true. Everything is in such easy reach, you become lazy very quickly. Roads are bathed in artificial lights, you see eejits going to the 24 hour Tesco with no lights on at midnight. It lulls you in to a horrible false sense of security, your edges become rounded and your reactions dull. I need to head to the hills this weekend, I do, I do.