About the time of the last really cold winter in London, our office held a Christmas Party at a nearby nightclub - in the early evening - before the clubbers showed-up - so we got a good deal.

But it meant that before 10pm rolled round, we were all on our way home and the regular clubbers were queuing-up outside.

By now it was snowing hard and quite a fresh wind was blowing (though still not quite blizzard conditions).

Regardless, just about all the teenage girls in that queue were sporting tight little spangly numbers that were so short, they only covered 85% of their asses. Leaving little ‘new moons’ for all to see. In a snowstorm!!

It seems the urge to get laid knows no season. (As Schopenhauer might have said if he had still been alive.)