Snow Good.

I don’t often listen to local BBC Radio Bristol because, well, it’s a bit shit.
Anyway, I decided to check it out today because believe it or not, school closures in North Somerset do actually affect my life... (don’t ask)…
So I open up RadioBOX, (it’s a slick little app that allows one to stream most any radio station straight through one’s iPhone… yep, I sound like a wanker) in time for the 5 o’clock news and weather update and whaddaya know, I get hit right in the earholes with a conjoinulation…
Bristol really isn’t used to heavy snowfalls, and although we have been getting a lot recently it still causes complete carnage. This morning for example, the airport was closed and there were no buses or trains running, nor were any of the schools in the region open.
I stayed home, and so did everyone else judging by the number of snowball-armed delinquents running about in the streets in my neighbourhood.
So when the radio announcer mentioned that it’s Snowmageddon out there, I gained a new respect for our local radio.
He’s right though… it’s a kind of gorgeous picture postcard destruction scene out there; Cars have been abandoned on the sides of roads, people have been panic buying, and although I made it to the shop today, (vodka supplies at mine had become critical) narrowly escaping falling on my arse, the shelves were looking decidedly bare and the people had that crazed look in their eye – the look of people who have broken out of mental institutions (otherwise known as work and school) and were now roaming about looking for trouble. Or vodka.
Only time will tell what happens in the following days of the Icepocalypse…