So the yearly “Oh my God, snow chaos, this has never happened before, OMG global warning!11!1” onslaught is with us today. From my window the world looks a very pretty place, but as you can see above, every single year it brings out the haven’t got a fricken clue brigade.
The Merc photo’d (by my co-pilot) was driving along with an Alpine nursery slope on his rear screen, a Himalaya on his roof and an Arctic tundra on his bonnet. Snow avalanched down every time he braked, forming a little mountain range he had to peer over through his partially cleared windscreen, and above jogging pace he left a Red Arrows style vapour trail of powder snow behind him. He either hasn’t a clue or couldn’t care less. Judging by the fact he was eating a banana when I passed him, I’d imagine the latter applies.
