A blank page. White. Snow? Snow in May? Hay, hay, hay..
I trudge through the emptiness, the whiteness, the ice. Ice! Ha ha! The only water or concentrated fruit juice is in the title.
Trudge. Snow. Ice. Not a Frost-Giant’s daughter in sight. Just my luck. Or is it? I’m not a Cimmerian. Good chance I’d be Frost-Giant steak.
Then I see it. A block. Not a writer’s block or a mitre block, just a block. Like me..
In this Godforsaken world, there’s just the two of us.
Boadicea's Chariot 
Love it!
Cool, man.
What the fuck? Time for a trip down the pub!
Is it a disability bought on by a Bank Holiday or something?
Why do British people say “go down the pub”? Surely it should be “go down to the pub”? Or am I missing something? It is something that has bugged me for the past 40 years, ever since I first began working in the City.
You are quite right, but I have heard the same in every place I have lived in the UK and from all social classes, weird eh?
Colloquial phrases often drop the odd preposition. Down the pub, out the window. Interestingly some introduce an ‘of’ inappropriately. Off of the table.