Sunday, 5 February 2012

Winter Winge

A light dusting of snow in London and immediately the roads become treacherous, because, as ever, the notion that there are seasons and that one particular season, winter, is colder than the others, has not permeated through the the layer of pork fat insulating the brains of the people supposed to be managing the roads, and weather-forecasters are still considered witches to be burnt rather than heeded.

All it would take is a bit of grit-spreading, but such practicalities don't make it into the priorities, which, as far as London is concerned, are based on turning the roads into obstacle courses for cars, one thing when the road conditions are normal, but when they're transformed into a sheet of ice, another thing again.

Such things as winter road-management presumably don't get much of a look-in on those fact-finding trips to the Caribbean local councillors seem to consider part of their job, and what with the global warming doomsayers having been given free reign for so many years, perhaps they've been building up the stores of suntan lotion rather than salt.


James Higham said...

Trains have been fun too.

Angry Exile said...

You'd think the last few winters would have been educational, wouldn't you?