How they laugh

I know people who live in Sweden (hurdy gurdy)who find it amazing how the UK collapses after a couple of inches of snow.

To them, even the hardiest Scottish crofter is a softie southerner or whatever the Nordic equivalent may be. The climate is different and we would generally be rather put out if the local coujncil spent several hundreds a farzands a quid on show ploughs which they only use for an hour and a half evcery 20 years. In Scandanavia Winter life would be impossible without them.

I had and have sympathy with the poor sods stuck out on the M11 for 18+ hours from yesterday afternoon. Whilst Londonm itself was rather damn chilly and there were flurries of snow there was nothing like that.

This morning it did look like someone had gone psycho with the talc and then tried to sweep it away, but that's all.

So imagine my distress to find that half the tube ahad packed up. Somehow they believe that we will be convinced by an explannation that suggests that snow had stopped the UNDERGROUND.

It beggars belief. And the train I managed to get to Victoria was so late that we were stopped prematurely at Battersea Park so they could turn it around and try to get back on schedule. So another 10 minute wait on araised platform with nothing between it and the Urals and lazy winds blowing in from the steppe.

I wonder if the Tube is in chaos tonight? It's getting dark. Maybe that will stop the tube.

Pah.

How they laugh

I know people who live in Sweden (hurdy gurdy)who find it amazing how the UK collapses after a couple of inches of snow.

To them, even the hardiest Scottish crofter is a softie southerner or whatever the Nordic equivalent may be. The climate is different and we would generally be rather put out if the local coujncil spent several hundreds a farzands a quid on show ploughs which they only use for an hour and a half evcery 20 years. In Scandanavia Winter life would be impossible without them.

I had and have sympathy with the poor sods stuck out on the M11 for 18+ hours from yesterday afternoon. Whilst Londonm itself was rather damn chilly and there were flurries of snow there was nothing like that.

This morning it did look like someone had gone psycho with the talc and then tried to sweep it away, but that's all.

So imagine my distress to find that half the tube ahad packed up. Somehow they believe that we will be convinced by an explannation that suggests that snow had stopped the UNDERGROUND.

It beggars belief. And the train I managed to get to Victoria was so late that we were stopped prematurely at Battersea Park so they could turn it around and try to get back on schedule. So another 10 minute wait on araised platform with nothing between it and the Urals and lazy winds blowing in from the steppe.

I wonder if the Tube is in chaos tonight? It's getting dark. Maybe that will stop the tube.

Pah.