Everything is Rubbish

Bloody snow.  Here in the UK, the merest whiff of the stuff will cause trains to be cancelled, people to no come into work and little old ladies to complain that in their day it was far worse.

It’s not even that pretty.  Within minutes of it falling it’s turned into a horrible grey slush, or is covered in the telltale colourings of car exhausts.

So, I put it to you that Snow, along with everything else, is rubbish.