I don’t know. You go out of the country for five bloody minutes and the next thing you know, the snow’s back and everywhere is at a total standstill and the usual bloody suspects are moaning about it. “Oh, they don’t get hold-ups and chaos at airports and on the roads like this in Russia or Scandinavia or New York.”
Small problem, they’re not comparing like with like. We don’t get snow like they do in Russia, Scandinavia or northern America. And if the government started spending the amount of money those places have to just to keep going, you’d soon hear howls of protest. Enough to drown out the rent-a-mobs who are pretending to be students.
And the loudest howls would be from the Labour lot, who gave us the limited effort available for this year and spent all our bloody money to make sure there’s none for improvements. So if you get stuck in the snow, blame Gordon effin Brown.
By the by, there’s a huge green patch where the helicopter landed and the staff, resourceful souls that they are, are laying bets on when it will vanish under a new layer of snow.
