In 1991 British Rail was paralysed by a light dusting of snow. The immortal explanation was that it was "the wrong kind of snow." Last night's once in a millennium hell-storm dumped a stupefying 3 inches or more and London's shut down, at least the public sector, with one brave exception; His Excellency, BoJo, the Mayor of London, cycled into City Hall to announce:
"This is the right kind of snow, it's just the wrong kind of quantities. I have never seen anything like it."
I look forward to the London Olympics. Meanwhile it's been fun to wander round with my new camera, a Canon 5d2, and 2 fine lenses, Canon 85mm f1.8 and Sigma 50mm f1.4.
This gallery shows the area round my apartment in the last 24 hours.
In 1991 British Rail was paralysed by a light dusting of snow. The immortal explanation was that it was "the wrong kind of snow." Last night's once in a millennium hell-storm dumped a stupefying 3 inches or more and London's shut down, at least the public sector, with one brave exception; His Excellency, BoJo, the Mayor of London, cycled into City Hall to announce: 
