I have been having the urge to phone Al Gore. Yesterday it was -59 C with the windchill. My mum has been reading his book, and keeps emailing me little dire bits of prediction. I'd like to call him and let him listen to "the sound of yr breath freezing in yr lungs when you step outside" or "the sound of yr fingers turning to ice and breaking off" if you are foolish enough to take off a mitten.