Fog, fog, fog...

...malevolent benefactor of the Raffles-style character.

So goes a line from one of the funniest TV programmes of all time. I'm talking of course about The Smell of Reeves and Mortimer. That was aired in 1994ish and every single time I experience fog I trot out that line. Essentially I'm a child and I'm quite comfortable with that.

It was, however, an absolute bastard to drive through on the way home from work.