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It's snow joke
“YOU know when your commute to work begins to resemble the opening scenes from Fargo that it's turning out to be a chilly week.”
This is the line I used to open an article I wrote on snowy conditions last year while at the North Wales Weekly News, and in the interests of promoting recycling I thought it’d go here nicely.
The Champion offices really look like something out of a Christmas card this morning, but only because the car park’s been lost under inches of snow. The stuff dominates the news as soon as it falls, because we Brits aren’t terribly good with it.
I was looking forward to seeing if the Life On Cars Mini really would live up to my suggestion of it being perfect for a snowy commute, but a frozen – and therefore dead – engine saw off that one. Actually, it was a blessing in disguise.
Miserable motorists were trudging along at 15mph when they weren’t spinning, sliding and skidding all over the place, and my new mode of transport (the 42 bus, courtesy of Arriva) only got me in slightly late.
Meanwhile, the editor’s let the train take the strain because his car was too buried to move, while one of our subbing team was lucky to get in at all. Cue the inevitable “Have our roads been gritted properly?” story.
So far I already know that MPs John Pugh and Rosie Cooper aren’t best pleased with the gritting (or lack of it). We’ll let you know the full extent of the misery later in the week.For us, the show must go on, because newspapers don’t write themselves.
Unfortunately – according to the weathermen at least – the snow must go on too...
This is the line I used to open an article I wrote on snowy conditions last year while at the North Wales Weekly News, and in the interests of promoting recycling I thought it’d go here nicely.
The Champion offices really look like something out of a Christmas card this morning, but only because the car park’s been lost under inches of snow. The stuff dominates the news as soon as it falls, because we Brits aren’t terribly good with it.
I was looking forward to seeing if the Life On Cars Mini really would live up to my suggestion of it being perfect for a snowy commute, but a frozen – and therefore dead – engine saw off that one. Actually, it was a blessing in disguise.
Miserable motorists were trudging along at 15mph when they weren’t spinning, sliding and skidding all over the place, and my new mode of transport (the 42 bus, courtesy of Arriva) only got me in slightly late.
Meanwhile, the editor’s let the train take the strain because his car was too buried to move, while one of our subbing team was lucky to get in at all. Cue the inevitable “Have our roads been gritted properly?” story.
So far I already know that MPs John Pugh and Rosie Cooper aren’t best pleased with the gritting (or lack of it). We’ll let you know the full extent of the misery later in the week.For us, the show must go on, because newspapers don’t write themselves.
Unfortunately – according to the weathermen at least – the snow must go on too...

