No proper snow. I had a feeling it wouldn't really happen, although there were flurries this morning, and that wind is bitter.
I skipped exercise and went out to the RA early, to make sure I got to the Ensor show before it closes on the 29th. It's not a big exhibit, really,but consists mostly of stuff you can't see in London. I certainly enjoyed it, more than the blockbuster Carravaggio and Picasso shows I saw last week. Ensor is one of those people I'd like to hang out with. He must have been an interesting character. It wasn't very crowded at all, and I could have a good gawk at his small drawings and etchings full of weird carryings-on. The other people in attendance seemed a cut above the usual art touristy types, I noticed; thoughtful students who actually seemed interested in what they were looking at, and posh (except for me-) interestingly dressed elders, who didn't jabber inanely and jostle. I found all the the creepily comic subjects fascinating and kind of inspiring. Good stuff.
Watched a curious Turkish horror film, BASKIN, on Film Four. It wasn't very original story-wise, but was quite well done, and some of the surreal imagery was hauntingly spooky.