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How the snow affects London…

How the snow affects London…

So round where I am, the snow is less than 4mm. Enough to make people slip at 8am – especially when they’re walking back from the off-licence with their daily six cans of beer – but not enough to stop the buses, cars, trains or anything else. At least, in Inner London.

But that hasn’t stopped the ridculously funny panicing behaviour of some Londoners, to whit:
– panic-buying in the shops
– Someone on BBC Radio 1 who had an event cancelled because of the snow: “We’re not being cowards, we’re genuinely fearful of our health and safety”
– one woman walking home in the middle of a light snowstorm, wearing just a skimpy black lace top. Talk about being caught out…

And despite the lack of snow, there was still enough for kids to start having snowball fights in local parks, and enough to give the usually dour and grey street I’m on a bit of colour. Which is good enough for me for now.

Still, some random highlights of the snow in London:
– bikini-clad models hired to promote a dance workout DVD end up having a snowball fight (The Telegraph). They must have been FREEZING.
– Other Londonist pics of London in the snow
London on ice in days gone by
Snow Daleks!
Why it doesn’t snow in Inner London

Obsessed with snow? Moi?

Obsessed with snow? Moi?

An hour after I made this video, the snow has stopped. Oh snow Gods, why do you punish me thusly?

The trouble with anticipation..

The trouble with anticipation..

is that it hardly ever delivers.

As you may have guessed, I am somewhat obsessed with snow. So after stark work warnings about the oncoming snow storm, and watching bits of snow fall almost horizontally throughout the evening, this is what I woke up to this morning – my snow landscape in West London:

The Dec 2009 snowstorm in my backyardThe snow storm of Dec 2009 in my front yard

Bah. and Humbug. Where’s my snow ?!

Death of a snowman

Death of a snowman

Death of a snowman

Alas, the London snow started disappearing almost straight away, and we only really had half-a-day of fun with it. And I didn’t really have any fun with it because there was nobody I knew I could throw snowballs at, or make a snowman with.

One of my friends suggested that I didn’t get round to building a snowman since I didn’t have anyone to build it with, or to take photos or to blog about it, and therefore “If I didn’t blog about building a snowman, would I have really built it?”. Which set me wondering as to whether I just live for blogging/photo-taking/social media purposes.

Then my blogmate Geoff decided to post a blog about the numberplates on his car, and how he changed them. And he took photos of the process. And he filmed it as well, and it became a multimedia extravaganza entry in his blog…

Snow – a review

Snow – a review




A lonely snowman

Originally uploaded by almost witty

Finally, after many many years of complaining about the lack of snow in my life, I unbelievably woke up this morning to find a great blanket of snow all over London. Aside from the cold, I almost bounded out of bed and actually left home early to try and make it to work on time.

With the buses and tubes not running at the morning, there was a steady stream of people walking around, throwing snowballs and shouting at their friends (mostly Australians, oddly) and the odd foolhardy driver driving very slowly trying to get to work that way.

It took me 60 minutes to walk the 1.5 miles to work – partly because I kept taking photos enroute. Fortunately, I managed to find some forgotten snow boots from 2003, which came in very handy considering there were some women walking in stilettos. Very unhandy.

The walk home was much less enjoyable, since by then London had woken up and the clean pristine snow had become slushy brown muck. An attempt to head into Central London was constantly thwarted by cancelled buses and trains, so I eventually headed home past London schoolkids throwing snowballs and then fighting each other afterwards, resolving to go back out later for the Twitter London snowball fight.

Then I got in, had a cup of tea, put my feet up and unsurprisingly, decided not to go back out. So I didn’t get time to build a snowman, or really make a snowball – but there’s always next time. Maybe tomorrow?

Now I’m off to look for quintiessential pics of London in the snow. Any suggestions?

Oh – and see how many of these snow-related phrases you uttered today with English Snow Bingo!

Snow! In! London!

Snow! In! London!




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Originally uploaded by bbccouk

Woo-hoo!

I took quite a few photos last night, because given the general ability of snow to avoid me, I was quite fearful it’d all disappear overnight. Not to worry, I woke up today to a glorious winter wonderland of snow everywhere, and in the 60 minutes it took me to walk to work (a mile and a half away) I took lots of pics – which are alas all still stuck on my digital camera.

Still, all this snow finally unleashed my festive spirit and brought out the bouncy bouncy Tigger in me. I’ve been hoping for proper snow for YEARS and now it arrives – in London too! It couldn’t get much better! I’ve got ski boots (from that ill-fated ski-ing trip of 2003), a digital camera, a coat, it’s not too cold and I’m in no rush to get anywhere. It’s going to be great!

I’m probably going to go offline today to take more! pics! of! the! snow! (that is, if the transport chaos that is London allows me) but in the meantime, this is what it looks like at work. And of course, people are already hard at work on Dalek snowmen and lots of other photographs!

Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!

Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!

Finally, after five years complaining about the lack of snow, we have snow! The snow outside as at 9pm GMT, on Sunday 1 February 2009 in West London. It’s not much, but hopefully it’s a start!

Snow in W12Snow in W12

Why does it never snow on me?

Why does it never snow on me?

Long time readers of this blog (what, you’re still here ?!) may remember my eternal fascination with snow, and my eternal lament that it never seems to snow where *I* am.

Thus yet again, despite the fact that the rest of the country has been sent into panic mode and transport chaos, my little patch of North Wales has only received a very light dusting of less than one inch, at least according to my car. It’s not even enough to make a snowball, let alone a snowman or go sleighing. But this is enough to have closed some primary schools in the area, and to have earnt a blog post from Rhys.

The annoying thing is that around this time last year, there was a huge blanket of snow in the area – enough for the kids to go sleighing. Where was I? In South Wales, which was snow-free. And now that I’ve moved to where the snow is, Cardiff is covered in snow and up here, we’re not. Although when I was sent to Aberdeen a couple of weeks ago, it had just recovered from a small dusting of snow – which made for some most excellent pictures from the air. Shame they’re currently trapped on my phone.

The thing is, I love the snow because it makes everything look clean and pristine. Which is rather redundant in North Wales, because everything is clean and pristine anyway. So I’d much rather be in London when it’s snowing, just so I can see it clean for once. Ah well, maybe next time. Got any pics of London in the snow?

While I’m wishing on the snow gods, I’d like to drive in the snow – just once. So I can understand why everyone’s so scared of driving in it.

PS: Apologies for repeating the headline multiple times. It’s just too good a headline to waste!

Why does it only ever so slightly snow on me?

Why does it only ever so slightly snow on me?

So I go to bed last night, resigned to seeing none of that glorious white stuff.

Until Anni rudely wakes me up via text at 6.30am to tell me to look out the window. Befuddled, I do – and see the glorious sight of snow falling down past my window into central Cardiff. Joy of joys – only tempered by the fact that since it’s bloody early, it’s still dark and the snow is illuminated by the orange street lights which makes it look, frankly, urine-stained.

By the time I actually emerge from my nice warm bed an hour ago, dawn has just broken through and Cardiff slowly awakes. The snow has stopped, but the sun is shining brightly and the snow has settled ever so briefly on the ground. Life looks beautiful in its stillness, and there are reports from Miss R of glorious snow in North Wales. So I ignore it all and go back to bed.

Why does it never snow on me?

Why does it never snow on me?

Yet again, the weather forecast suggests snow. Lovely, delightful, cleansing, pure snow. Snow that brings out the child in all good-thinking imaginative adults, and the chance to wear your winter gear and woollen mittens.

Unlesss you happen to be me, living in Cardiff. Because yet again, the snow seems to be set to fall everywhere in Wales. Except Cardiff. It’s snow not fair.