Picture of the Day: Icicles, Brierley [2010]

Icicles are twice as nicicles with Ricicles

Some of the coldest winters I’ve experienced were during my time in Brierley. Sure, they weren’t a bad a when I lived in Patterdale Road in Liverpool — as in no ice on the INSIDE of the windows or frozen toilets — but still cold.

I think, at the time, I wrote about how beautiful the snow was but I have no idea on which platform or incarnation of the Existential Compost I wrote about it on. However, you can still see these, and other pictures relating to the dreadful snowbound week I had here – https://stegzy.co.uk/2010/01/10/

Christmas Music – Day 5 of 24

Winter Wonderland – Various Artists

Oh my pants. This song is so cringe-worthy I can’t believe that people still play it.

Nobody walks in an atypical winter wonderland per this songs lyrics. When was the last time you walked in snow? It’s not so much a walk, its either a trudge (deep snow) or a bit of a flail (that icy bollocks shallow snow) as you try to maintain your balance.

Nobody walks in snow. Sure when it first falls it’s nice and crisp and glisteny. Yes its fun to chuck lumps of it at passing people. It’s fun to build androgynous phallus shapes out of the stuff. Fun also to try and pass the effigy off as a snowman by  dressing it up in an old hat and sticking a carrot in the bit that passes off as a head.

But calling it Parson Brown? Is that a euphemism? Then you’re asking it to marry you?? My pants, this is turning into some weird snow based death cult isn’t it? This is where you clonk me on the head, bury me in the icy slush and try to pass off my corpse as a snowman. Isn’t it? Sort of a snowy version of the Wicker Man.

I’m out of here.

Snoh

It took me an hour to drive the 5 mile journey home from Barnsley last night. Mostly because of the snow but also because of the dense traffic and increasing number of road closures due to the construction of the new Cudworth Bypass (which only just bypasses Cudworth and serves little purpose other than to carve up countryside).

boring post with geographical references nobody will be interested in

White shit

Some photos of the snow (mainly for lotusmoppet)


Taken last night. You should see about a centimetre of the stuff,
but I didn’t want to get my slippers wet getting a close up


You can get a better idea of the depth from this picture showing my car.
You can still see bonnet. This morning my car resembled a snowy hillock.


Again last night. Just a light dusting.


Aerial shots taken from my bedroom.
Gives you a better impression of Lane with No Name snowiness.


This morning: The snow is well thicker than it was last night.


Call that snow? I’ve seen much worse. Still the country has ground to a halt.
Well. London has. Bunch of poofs they are.


This evening when I’d come back from uni.
The heat from my car has melted some of the snow.


The front garden taken this evening.

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The Haunted Generation

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The Chrysalis

"For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern" -- William Blake

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