18.01.2013, 11:32
Those of you who have experience of life in England will also already know this but we've had snow falling for the past day or so, at least in the southwest, which isn't usually the case (the eastern half of the country normally gets it worse than we do).
Those of you who with experience of life in England will already know how Britain slides to a complete halt the moment it happens. We don't get Siberian permafrost, scandanavian frozen lakes, or US Blizzards here, so we just don't know how to cope. In fact, we've had about an inch or so (the tv news is getting quite excited at having something to report and warn us about).
I live on a hill, on a busy street, and now the slush formed by passing vehicles has started to freeze again as the evening draws near, cars are struggling to climb the hill. There's a long line of them sitting in the grey-brown mess, spaced out to prevent the sort of shunts and accidents that british drivers have no fear of in the dry.
As I walked warily down the slippery compressed snow on the pavement, a chap was escorting his young daughter home clearly after having enjoyed some winter fun on the slopes of Lawns Wood meadow. She dragged her father to a halt and pointed with innocent curiosity. "Why is that car slipping, Daddy?" She asked.
"Because it's slippery, Love" He responded.
There you go. proof that Britain has no understanding of snow.
Those of you who with experience of life in England will already know how Britain slides to a complete halt the moment it happens. We don't get Siberian permafrost, scandanavian frozen lakes, or US Blizzards here, so we just don't know how to cope. In fact, we've had about an inch or so (the tv news is getting quite excited at having something to report and warn us about).
I live on a hill, on a busy street, and now the slush formed by passing vehicles has started to freeze again as the evening draws near, cars are struggling to climb the hill. There's a long line of them sitting in the grey-brown mess, spaced out to prevent the sort of shunts and accidents that british drivers have no fear of in the dry.
As I walked warily down the slippery compressed snow on the pavement, a chap was escorting his young daughter home clearly after having enjoyed some winter fun on the slopes of Lawns Wood meadow. She dragged her father to a halt and pointed with innocent curiosity. "Why is that car slipping, Daddy?" She asked.
"Because it's slippery, Love" He responded.
There you go. proof that Britain has no understanding of snow.