Words of wisdom on a cold and frosty morning...

If you do not have a ten-foot long stripy scarf at your disposal alla Tom Baker, as I am fortunate to be the proud owner, then I suggest commencing an experiment of wearing two scarfs to combat the ravenging icy-cold wastes of January. One can be cunningly worn to protect the lower neck and chest, and the other can be wrapped tightly over the lower half of one's face in a minute example of Egyptian-mummy chic, which protects those with a tendency for coldnoseitis. I tested the aforementioned hypothesis whilst travelling from house to station on this, the twenty-sixth day of January in the two-thousandth and sixth year of our Lord, and am pleased to reveal that it yielded the desired result.