Nick Cave relates the story of the emergence of his weather diaries.

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-One late spring, early summer morning, I woke up in the flat that I lived in Chelsea, with my now wife Susie, and looked up at the enormous skylight over the living room and saw that, yet again, it was grey skies and rain. And I remember standing there screaming at it, something along the lines of "what have I done to deserve this".

And Susie asked me what I was doing, and me explaining that, as an Australian, I was used to a certain amount of acceptable weather and where the hell was the so-called Spring, and are we actually going to get any Summer etc etc. Later that day I bought a lovely up-market notebook and a new rubber date stamp and began to note down the fluctuations in the weather.

This weather diary began to become increasingly important. And as any weather man will tell you, bad weather is more interesting than good weather. So that soon, I was a leaping out of bed looking up at the skylight and crying, "oh, groovy, darling rain!".