Do shut up about the snow, Britain. It's preposterous. A couple of flakes settle on the dustbin, and you make out it’s the ice fields of Hoth. Some sleet on the way to the bus stop, and you think you’re traipsing across South Georgia like Ernest Shackleton. It’s just a bit of snow – barely enough to swallow a Cuban heel. Have a look at what the rest of the world puts up with. Then get some salt and go to work...
