It snows in London

People complain about the weather in London, it's too hot, it's too cold, too wet, too smoggy, too...too.. too, well something or other.

I've experienced some bad weather in my time and London doesn't really cut it on the world scene. Which leads me to believe that people complain about the weather in London purely because they are in England. And in England, complaining about somethign rivals football and queueing as the national sport. What I will say about the weather here in London is that it's generally more bland than anything else. Not bitter enough to be harsh and never beautiful enough to be delightful - it's the vanilla ice cream of weather, the Prince Charles of extremities. Exceptional in the fact that it is so boring.

But this morning something different was upon us. A heavy blanket of snow coated London. And with housemate Christina waking us up at the ungodly hour of 6.30, we were treated to seeing it early on. Here are some shots of my house, the ride to work, and my nerd workmate Crafti and his snowman.