Siberian weather front

I wanted more snow last night; 12 feet of it so you can't open your front door, i wanted ice road truckers. I'd gone out in wellies and Hunter liners and crunched through the snow; yup 2nd Feb was an unofficial Bank Holiday for many. I find the snow enchanting like in Edward Scissorhands when Wynona's old and reminisces to when she was young and playing in the snow. The snow was swirling in my face. Some people have not experienced this; saw a Pakistani guy in a shirt and tie taking it in. My mate took a snap of Piccadilly Circus; neon in the snow. Red buses and bus stop signs covered in the sherbet dib dab. Now we've got a big old melt, and i don't want to be slipping over like Todd Carty. I've slipped before and landed on my head can't you tell?

I saw Persepolis which was poignant; Marjane seeing her smiling grandmother for the last time..the price you pay for freedom. Now to read the book by Satrapi. Also saw Hotel Rwanda for the first time; an African Schindler's List. Cheerful soul am i not?
There was a grittiness in Moses Jones, set in London's Ugandan community to an African rhythm; a sordid energy..exemplified in the public convenience scene.