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So round where I am, the snow is less than 4mm. Enough to make people slip at 8am – especially when they’re walking back from the off-licence with their daily six cans of beer – but not enough to stop the buses, cars, trains or anything else. At least, in Inner London.

But that hasn’t stopped the ridculously funny panicing behaviour of some Londoners, to whit:
- panic-buying in the shops
- Someone on BBC Radio 1 who had an event cancelled because of the snow: “We’re not being cowards, we’re genuinely fearful of our health and safety”
- one woman walking home in the middle of a light snowstorm, wearing just a skimpy black lace top. Talk about being caught out…

And despite the lack of snow, there was still enough for kids to start having snowball fights in local parks, and enough to give the usually dour and grey street I’m on a bit of colour. Which is good enough for me for now.

Still, some random highlights of the snow in London:
- bikini-clad models hired to promote a dance workout DVD end up having a snowball fight (The Telegraph). They must have been FREEZING.
- Other Londonist pics of London in the snow
- London on ice in days gone by
- Snow Daleks!
- Why it doesn’t snow in Inner London

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An hour after I made this video, the snow has stopped. Oh snow Gods, why do you punish me thusly?

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An hour after I made this video, the snow has stopped. Oh snow Gods, why do you punish me thusly?

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is that it hardly ever delivers.

As you may have guessed, I am somewhat obsessed with snow. So after stark work warnings about the oncoming snow storm, and watching bits of snow fall almost horizontally throughout the evening, this is what I woke up to this morning – my snow landscape in West London:

The Dec 2009 snowstorm in my backyardThe snow storm of Dec 2009 in my front yard

Bah. and Humbug. Where’s my snow ?!

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is that it hardly ever delivers.

As you may have guessed, I am somewhat obsessed with snow. So after stark work warnings about the oncoming snow storm, and watching bits of snow fall almost horizontally throughout the evening, this is what I woke up to this morning – my snow landscape in West London:

The Dec 2009 snowstorm in my backyardThe snow storm of Dec 2009 in my front yard

Bah. and Humbug. Where’s my snow ?!

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Death of a snowman

Alas, the London snow started disappearing almost straight away, and we only really had half-a-day of fun with it. And I didn’t really have any fun with it because there was nobody I knew I could throw snowballs at, or make a snowman with.

One of my friends suggested that I didn’t get round to building a snowman since I didn’t have anyone to build it with, or to take photos or to blog about it, and therefore “If I didn’t blog about building a snowman, would I have really built it?”. Which set me wondering as to whether I just live for blogging/photo-taking/social media purposes.

Then my blogmate Geoff decided to post a blog about the numberplates on his car, and how he changed them. And he took photos of the process. And he filmed it as well, and it became a multimedia extravaganza entry in his blog…

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A lonely snowman

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Finally, after many many years of complaining about the lack of snow in my life, I unbelievably woke up this morning to find a great blanket of snow all over London. Aside from the cold, I almost bounded out of bed and actually left home early to try and make it to work on time.

With the buses and tubes not running at the morning, there was a steady stream of people walking around, throwing snowballs and shouting at their friends (mostly Australians, oddly) and the odd foolhardy driver driving very slowly trying to get to work that way.

It took me 60 minutes to walk the 1.5 miles to work - partly because I kept taking photos enroute. Fortunately, I managed to find some forgotten snow boots from 2003, which came in very handy considering there were some women walking in stilettos. Very unhandy.

The walk home was much less enjoyable, since by then London had woken up and the clean pristine snow had become slushy brown muck. An attempt to head into Central London was constantly thwarted by cancelled buses and trains, so I eventually headed home past London schoolkids throwing snowballs and then fighting each other afterwards, resolving to go back out later for the Twitter London snowball fight.

Then I got in, had a cup of tea, put my feet up and unsurprisingly, decided not to go back out. So I didn’t get time to build a snowman, or really make a snowball - but there’s always next time. Maybe tomorrow?

Now I’m off to look for quintiessential pics of London in the snow. Any suggestions?

Oh - and see how many of these snow-related phrases you uttered today with English Snow Bingo!

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Woo-hoo!

I took quite a few photos last night, because given the general ability of snow to avoid me, I was quite fearful it’d all disappear overnight. Not to worry, I woke up today to a glorious winter wonderland of snow everywhere, and in the 60 minutes it took me to walk to work (a mile and a half away) I took lots of pics - which are alas all still stuck on my digital camera.

Still, all this snow finally unleashed my festive spirit and brought out the bouncy bouncy Tigger in me. I’ve been hoping for proper snow for YEARS and now it arrives - in London too! It couldn’t get much better! I’ve got ski boots (from that ill-fated ski-ing trip of 2003), a digital camera, a coat, it’s not too cold and I’m in no rush to get anywhere. It’s going to be great!

I’m probably going to go offline today to take more! pics! of! the! snow! (that is, if the transport chaos that is London allows me) but in the meantime, this is what it looks like at work. And of course, people are already hard at work on Dalek snowmen and lots of other photographs!

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Finally, after five years complaining about the lack of snow, we have snow! The snow outside as at 9pm GMT, on Sunday 1 February 2009 in West London. It’s not much, but hopefully it’s a start!

Snow in W12Snow in W12

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There's a very very mild flurry of almost invisible snow across London.

And look at all the Twitters about it!
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So the Americans may be celebrating family, turkey, gift-swapping and shopping a mite early with Thanskgiving. Who cares? WE HAVE SNOW!

Admittedly, it’s only a light dusting but there may be more snow falling tonight, which will make the child and photographer in me very very bouncy and happy indeed.

Unfortuantely, the adult driver in me is facing a huge multiple-point 600-mile car journey across the southern UK over 4 days, on motorways, by-ways and narrow Welsh country roads. *gulp* Fortunately, I’ve got a phat 4×4 - and while it’s a betrayal of my environmental principles AND there’s nowhere for me to plug in my iPod, it should get my human cargo and I safely to where we’re going. Eventually.

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All week, I’ve been hearing about how we’ll all be drowning in snow come Wednesday. Given the two weeks of emotional trauma my friends have been through, snow is just what we all needed. It brings out the child in you, and anything that can make the urban landscape look clean and pristine has got to be a good thing.

However, it’s 11am in Cardiff, the sun is shining and I can’t see any snow anywhere. This only perpetuates my perception that Cardiff somehow lives in its own parallel universe, where the normal rules of what happens in the rest of the UK and the world, just doesn’t apply. It’s as if I’m trapped in a Twilight Cardiff Zone (cue theme tune). Grrr.

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First full day of snowboarding beckons to find a veritable blizzard descending over Niederau. Unfortunately, we have to go on a coach to get to Scheffel, an hour away. At 8.45am. And we haven’t even got our boots yet. So we’re a tad groggy.

Eventually get up the lovely cable car to a blizzard at the top of the mountain, and we meet our snowboard instructor Val. She has the patience of a short-fused bomb and most of her ire is concentrated on a poor little boy called Oliver.

We start practising on a teensy weensy slope - the same one that 5 yearolds are learning to ski on - and I soon get the hang of it. Can’t be that tricky, I think…

But then we enter the first proper slope. Which is a proper slope. And we proceed to keep going at high speeds, then falling over on our arse, failling around in the snow, trudging back up the hill and trying again. It is really like being a kid again.

Val leaves us after lunch to allow us to start practising by ourselves. And despite falling over every 5 seconds or so, I start to get cocky. Especially after managing to keep upright, moving and looking as if I know what I’m doing - for about 10 seconds before i fall over and strain my right shoulder trying to break my fall.

Twenty minutes later - after watching H disappear into the mist as if she was born to snowboard - I manage to bruise/sprain/twist my ankle and collapse in agony on the lovely snow. Deciding I’ve had enough, I unbuckle my boots from the board - and then watch helplessly as the snowboard obeys the rules of gravity and lurches to the right before spinning off incredibly fast down the side of the mountain.

At this point, I figure the bottom of the slope can’t be that far and start trudging my way down the mountain, hopefully catching my snowboard en route. 90 minuteslater, after a false alarm over a snowboard sighting sends me back up the hill to find a snowplough machine and me knee-deep in snow, I reach the bottom of the valley. And try to cadge a ski-lift up sans skis or snowboard. Which is apparently against the rules. Still, I manage to bend them enough and get back up to the top, limping away. I look for the snowboard as I cross the valley but no luck.

Find H in the restaurant bar who had almost given up hope of finding me and we limp back down to the car park, and our journey back to the hotel - where the reps announce they’re going to rip us off by charing us again for a day’s coach and ski lift pass at Scheffau, as Niederau still isn’t open. I slip twice in Niederau going to the shops exacerbating my ankle, and then hobble back to the hotel.

It is the Quiz/Bingo night tonight but H and I are far too exhausted, broke - and we’ll probably skip the ski-ing tomorrow. But it’s a happy exhausted as opposed to a chaotic exhausted feeling I’ve had in the last month.

Night!

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