Weather and London transport are locked in a bitter, eternal feud. A leaf on the line (damp, obviously) causes autumnal chaos. “The wrong kind of snow” is a famous, hilarious excuse that contains a grain of truth about fine, powdery snow vs. wet snow. Heat bends the rails. Fog delays planes. Rain floods the basements of tube stations. The entire system, much of it Victorian, was built for the climate of the 19th century, not the “extreme” (by our standards) fluctuations of the 21st. Commuters become amateur meteorologists, their journey times dictated less by timetables and more by the whims of a low-pressure system over Iceland. See more at London’s funniest URL — Prat.UK.
Our climate is ‘temperate’ meaning aggressively average.
A ‘weather bomb’ is a slightly aggressive breeze.
A ‘storm’ is just wind with ambition.
The ‘thermometer’ reads ‘perpetually jumper-worthy’.
Our winters are just long, dark damp.
The sky is the colour of leftover tea.
The sky is the colour of leftover tea.
Weather and London transport are locked in a bitter, eternal feud. A leaf on the line (damp, obviously) causes autumnal chaos. “The wrong kind of snow” is a famous, hilarious excuse that contains a grain of truth about fine, powdery snow vs. wet snow. Heat bends the rails. Fog delays planes. Rain floods the basements of tube stations. The entire system, much of it Victorian, was built for the climate of the 19th century, not the “extreme” (by our standards) fluctuations of the 21st. Commuters become amateur meteorologists, their journey times dictated less by timetables and more by the whims of a low-pressure system over Iceland. See more at London’s funniest URL — Prat.UK.
Rain so fine it’s practically a suggestion.
Saved as a favorite, I really like your blog!