It's not meant to snow in March. It's wrong somehow. It's March and there's white everywhere. The morning was sun filled again, it clouded over and Boom! everywhere began to turn white. It's all wrong on many, many levels.

If there's one thing I hate in life it's going out without a camera. I managed it today.

The sun was out and the freezing wind we've had for the last few days had managed to die down. A warm-in-the-sun-cold-in-the-shade kind of day. Ideal for some photos too. Still, as it turned out the evening remained the best opportunity as darkness fell and the sky was a beautiful dark blue.

I'd never really noticed the sky much until spending time in Australia. The skies there have such amazing and vivid colours. Maybe they are in England too, I've just never noticed before.

Interesting weekend. Had my tax rebate on Saturday. Another cheque to bank. Went to see Lucky Number Slevin on Saturday night.

What a great film that was. Although at the start I had to laugh at the "Sir Ben Kingsley" on the credits while also thinking that the music was trying to be "The Usual Suspects" without actually getting there.

Another of those great films that keep you guessing, pondering and wondering just what's going on and why for a while before throwing out a bunch of clues as thing progress and finally explaining at the end, with a little extra twist and another laugh at Bruce Willis and watches.

To compare the movie to anything resembling the trite rubbish such as Lock Stock, Snatch or Layer Cake would be unfair. Slevin is damn good and funny in all the right places. Sir Ben plays another role that perhaps isn't meant to be funny but I can't help but laugh at some of his characters (Just try keep a straight face at Sexy Beast!). Bruce Willis 1970's style is hilarious. Lucy Lui gets to do some acting playing a Columbo loving coroner.

It's been a queer old week. Winter wants to hang on for a while longer, cold winds and rain are abound in equal measures.

Everything that surrounds me is a mess. I've reached another of those moments where I feel like I own too much stuff. Subsequently there are now a load of bits and pieces listed on Amazon Marketplace.

I also managed to realise just what it is about the Winter Olympics that makes me so very not interested. There are only 3 events - skiing, ice skating and going down a bendy tube that's been cut in half - which are split into different categories.

Ah well, at least Chelsea got a taste of their own medicine last night. Messi may be a theatrical diver but after Ayren Robben's antics recently the words "pot", "kettle" and "black" spring to mind.

Football's a funny old game. Liverpool hadn't beaten Man Utd for 85 years in the FA Cup and there's been a few meetings between then and now.

It wasn't the greatest of matches though today and everything was overshadowed by the injury sustained by Alan Smith. A broken leg and dislocated ankle isn't good for anyone and he'll either take a long time to return or may end up retiring altogether.

Can't say I've taken much interest in the current Winter Olympics this year. Not that I've taken much interest in years past. We're not a winter sport country though. The odd medal comes along here and there. I do have problems with a lot of the "sports" included though.

The motto of the Olympics is "Faster, Higher, Stronger", three words that cover most sports. What it doesn't cover though is voting or marking. Ice skating in particular. There's a "sport" that has come under intense scrutiny since the scandals from Salt Lake City four years ago. Yet again the system for voting was attacked as a pair of skaters who fell, stopped for four minutes and then resumed their routine were awarded a silver medal.

I'm all for the exhibition and enjoyment of others of watching some of these "sports" but nowhere can they be considered true sporting (and Olympic) events when the outcome is based on someone else's opinion.

That would also remove a lot of other events from the Olympics, both winter and summer, but at least the winners in the events that were left would be true winners for being faster, higher or stronger.