We are now melting nicely here in jolly old Borgå - downtown has a few traces. Our roads and garden paths are snow free, but the garden itself still looks like the bulk silos of the Medellin Cartel.

We seem set for a few days and nights on the plus side, so hopefully winter will be put behind us soon.

Now the question is, after a conference day with cultural bureaucrats, should I go to the free networking bar and dinner tonight, plus the final farewell performance of a long-lived band called Los Tumpelos, or watch a few Downton Abbeys (that were slipped in to my regular delivery of mind-expansion in the hope, of the dealer, that I would be mainlining before episode 3.) He will be disappointed - I find them irritatingly like Lost - itself the epitome of overemotional multiple personality disorder picaresque.

So when I say I am seriously considering spending time with people who handle alcohol badly, and may even dance luridly to the chugging mineralness of LosT (you see a meme developing here?), it doesn't cast 3rd millennium English television in a particularly good light.

Perhaps I'll just go for the dinner and sneak out before the high jinx. The fact that cultural institutions in Finland are 70% skirted, means that  all kinds of disasters could befall the trousered.

You can't be me, I'm taken