Frosty precipitation

I know, I know. I'm late with the "Yay! It snowed like it has never snowed before for 18 years in London!" To make up for it I have included some badly taken shots of the winter wonderland....


Cue numero uno:

Is it a snow angel or a snow demon?

To be honest, the initial excitement was a bit too much to bear. After the obligatory snowball fights on our balcony at about 1 am that first night and the snow angel/demon construction at various sites around south east London, I felt a bit deflated to say the least, snow was turning into more of a foe rather than a friend, causing me to postpone meeting a certain someone because I was too scared to drive.

All that was quickly forgotten the next day as I marveled at the whiteness of it all whilst enjoying a bowl of Jordan's tropical muesli at breakfast. By lunchtime I realised that rations were running dangerously low, and action had to be taken promptly. I tried rounding the troops but my logic fell on deaf ears, my comrades were more concerned with warming their empty bellies by the fire. After several failed attempts one involving a pair of fingerless gloves, another a pair of plimsolls a sibling and I ventured out.

It is never too cold to check the depth of snow on a car!

a video diary of the arduous journey to the high street, ignore the retarded voices, we couldn't help ourselves... On the other hand, try to guess the Matilda quote, and find the comical street name!

The next day I finally managed to muster some energy to rally the troops for an exploratory expedition on foot beyond the filthy grey sludge that had accumulated locally, the three of us trundled, slipped and slid our way to Greenwich Park. Here we were greeted by die hard snowboarding freaks who had already amassed a 15,000 strong posse.

OK, OK! So not exactly 15,000.... But there was a lot of movement going on...

Frightening speeds were achieved by European tourists on bits of plastic, bin bags, and to my surprised even corduroy jackets! Not so surprising were the specks of what suspiciously looked like blood in the snow by the foot of a blackened, gnarly, menacing tree. Ah the joys of reckless fun in the snow.

A poor lonesome nudist tree hugger

Another snowfight ensued, this one not so diplomatic, it started with the "don't drop the snowball" game, predictably we got bored and decided to viciously attack our comrade. She admitted defeat and sat down in the snow, a pathetic, sad, helpless, lump, crying out for justice. All her pleas ingnored... During the attack the contents of her pockets got scattered in the snow, we were obliged to help but if you look carefully at the image you'll see the other comrade loyally held on to her snowball always ready to attack.

As the day drew to a close we made our way back home 6 feet soaking wet and 12 little icicles formed around our nasal septa. Our last stop was by the Sue Godfrey park, which is little more than a miniature wasteland claimed by the local residents who stubbornly hold on to a local piece of hertage until a land developer conglomerate with pockets deep enough to buy all out makes it into trendy, and spacious, 1 and 2 bedroom appartments 40 minutes away from the heart London's business district....... Anywho...

When you need to take a break you need to take a goddamn break! Ya hear!

THE END