I went to Milton Keynes yesterday. For some fun. The good news is that it was fun. I went to the snowdome-indoor-skiing-kind-a-thing and it was great. I'm going proper skiing in two weeks (yay!) and I wanted to check if I could remember how to do it. Well the old magic is still there and I was even complimented on my technique by a lady in the cafeteria afterwards! You do a lot of queing for not much skiing but it was still great to be back sliding again. However MK can't compete on the view front, the last day I was on my skis it looked like this:

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Milton Keynes is a weird place, even it's football team is an offence against nature. It seems like a bit of American urban planning has been airlifted into Bedfordshire. There is something Magnus Mills-y about the place. Everything seems normal but maybe too normal and that's the problem. Eerie.