No not a reference to the band (although don't mind me a bit of their Scottish rock-pop).
More a description of my Wednesday in NY.
At first I was excited - the rain polished the streets a different way and provided some interesting fashion dilemmas for many people (of course fashion has moved to encompass a wellington/gumboot that would not look out of place on a fashion week runway).
I had luckily heeded the weather-man's advice for forecast showers all day, and made sure I had some "indoors" activities lined up. I did pack my umbrella, so was even entertaining some puddle-hopping and adventures down the less-hectic streets in search of yet another little surprise. So out I stride into the early morning drizzle...straight away regretting my decision not to invest in some stylish galoshes from Vermont (they have a reputation for 6 months of "mud-season" so surely a necessity if you live up north). Within several blocks of walking - despite my best impression of the puddle-dodge dance - I had soaking wet socks. Squelch, Squelch, Squelch.
(I then discovered when I got home in the afternoon I had literally worn the sole of my boots - hence the lack of water-tight footwear!!)