It’s all wonderful … for about 3 minutes, which is about how long snow lasts here. Then the pure whiteness turns to brown slush. And slush is just unredeemingly terrible. There is nothing positive to say about it.
If you had a dog made of ice its poo would be slush. The crunch is replaced by a splodge when you walk through it. Everything becomes dirty and vaguely brown. It splashes everywhere. It’s good for nothing.
To me slush is quite symbolic, it is representative of people. All born individual, little pink snowflakes who eventually turn into unredeemingly terrible cunts.
Well, it's still pretty white here on the Brixton-Streatham border. I spent forty minutes digging my car out of the snow with a windscreen scraper this morning...