22 December, 2009
A white Christmas
There's something both ironic and shaming about standing on the platform of a London suburban railway station staring at the useless destination indicator ("... all services subject to disruption, blah, blah, blah ...") speculating with a lot of thoroughly incredulous Africans about when or whether the next train will arrive. This after the two or three centimetres of snow that had fallen earlier in the evening had already melted.