At the risk of sounding like one of those ‘Grumpy guide to…’ programs they cart out everytime there’s a holiday or something else worth needlessly moaning about, I hate snow. Let’s make one thing clear, I don’t hate the snow it’s self – I mean it’s partially frozen rain, what’s not to like? – No, I hate everyone’s reaction to the stuff.

It dominates the news like it’s news. Granted things get a bit more challenging when everything is essentially lubed up but surely after half a week since it appeared, it’s no longer relevant to go on about how supposedly awful the stuff is. There really is no need. It’s also weird to see people’s sudden addiction to watching the weather. The chances are, it isn’t going to warm up to 26° – unless Global Warming has stepped up its game – so let’s presume that it’s going to be cold. Like you can really do much with that information anyway.

I know I’m just bitter because review copies and self-indulgent purchases won’t arrive because everything has to stop. I know snow only happens a few days a year, and it’s recently been really bad, but we really can’t deal with the stuff over here in the UK. It’s probably just an excuse for our hectic sans-siesta workrate to take a few days of needed rest, but all I hear is people overusing the word ‘treacherous’ which we’re apparently accepting as a normal word to use in spoken language as long as everything has been laminated in a sheet of ice.

I can only imagine the look on the faces of Russians or any other European country, we must be like the whimsical story at the end of the news, just clips of nothing moving and people freaking out.

Hmm… This all seems a bit too cynical, let’s even it out because I honestly do like the picturesque scenes that snow creates. I took one on my phone, as you can see above and yes before you ask my camera phone is not so not.