Carlos is snowed in in Glasgow, having a great time but teeth chattering.
A couple of winters ago I was in Scotland when a
snowstorm hit. All the roads in the north of
England and northwards were essentially at a
standstill. The biggest problem was that Brits
have little experience driving in snow, and they
don't have the proper tires for winter weather.
So people were skidding out all over the place
and blocking the roads. Given that these extremes
are likely to continue or worsen, it's time the whole country got snowtires.
At 11:39 AM 12/1/2010, you wrote:
>Lawrence One of my great grandfathers used to have a horse and cab at East
>Croydon -you didn't see his ghost around??
>Took my son six hours to get home six miles last night (and he was trying!!)
>Cheers P
>Ps hope you enjoyed your Diarrhoea Trains perhaps the 'Vacuum help' would
>come in handy
>
>-----Original Message-----
>From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
>Behalf Of Lawrence Upton
>Sent: 01 December 2010 16:22
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: Re: snap: spring to summer
>
>snowed in in Orpington?
>
>I was on West Croydon station this morning - a scene of arctic desolation;
>so I went upstairs and out into the street - relatively warm, snow
>cleared, trams moving
>
>I went over to East Croydon and was on a train within minutes. Nothing had
>moved at WC for 40 mins
>
>It was difficult to get home last night but not because of being snowed in
>- rather people who love cars had thrown all the snow and ice on the road
>on to the pavements
>
>and everyone is buying up groceries in case the shops run out, thereby
>running the shops out
>
>The Vacuum help us if there is ever a real civil emergency here
>
>Diarrhoea Trains must have read the weather forecast as we all did; but
>the snow seems to have come as surprise
>
>L
>
>
>
>On Wed, December 1, 2010 16:03, Patrick McManus wrote:
> > Max We could do with a bit of sun here! And my son in orpington is snowed
> > in!freezing all day P
> > frrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
> > rr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
> >
> > -----Original Message-----
> > From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> > Behalf Of Max Richards
> > Sent: 30 November 2010 22:57
> > To: [log in to unmask]
> > Subject: snap: spring to summer
> >
> >
> > Spring to Summer
> >
> >
> >
> > Shouldering through long grasses
> > my dog sends up clouds of pollen
> >
> > light and bright under morning sun - returns dew-sprinkled
> >
> > from muzzle to tail shivery - to me, nostril-twitching hayfevery.
> >
> > Cicadas! as noonday warms
> > their trees, the raucous chorus begins,
> >
> > invisible cicada-swarms' new concert season -
> >
> > stilled by night, when mosquitoes home in
> >
> > with sleep-denying hum.
> >
> >
> > Max Richards in Melbourne
> > 1 December 2010
> >
> >
> >
> >
>
>
>--
>Three poems in Volume 4 Issue 1 'Peripatetica: The Poetics of Walking':
>http://www.landscapeandlanguagecentre.au.com/current_journal.html
>*
>http://www.cordite.org.au/poetry/creativecommons/poems-for-ivor-cutler-3
>http://www.cordite.org.au/poetry/cc-the-remixes/the-man-who-finds-himself-am
>using
>
>
>"This is not a time for foolery, or compliments. It may be that both of us
>are within a few minutes of death... And I, at any rate, don't propose to
>die with polite insincerities in my mouth. "
>C S Lewis - That Hideous Strength
>---
>Lawrence Upton
>AHRC Creative Research Fellow
>Dept of Music
>Goldsmiths, University of London
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