Friday, February 09, 2007

A gale of laughter

I can hear people in Canada and Northern Europe laughing themselves silly. A couple of inches of snow, and the UK grinds to a halt. Actually, here in Cardiff it didn't seem much, but I guess it might fall much heavier up in The Valleys (or mountains, as you might say).

I suspect the Council sold off the snow ploughs (not having used them for a couple of years, and with rumours of global warming) and the gritting lorries couldn't get out 'because there was snow on the ground'.

A cartoon on the front of The Telegraph had a puzzled man standing outside the Climate Change Research Bureau, reading a notice pinned to their door:


Snow - Louis Macneice

The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was
Spawning snow and pink roses against it
Soundlessly collateral and incompatible:
World is suddener than we fancy it.

World is crazier and more of it than we think,
Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion
A tangerine and spit the pips and feel
The drunkenness of things being various.

And the fire flames with a bubbling sound for world
Is more spiteful and gay than one supposes -
On the tongue on the eyes on the ears in the palms of one's hands -
There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses.

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