My old Landrover was slightly grippier than the average in snow, but the real benefit was that I was basically driving a tank that cost 600 quid. I didn't really care if it ran into anything..

Too much ice and snow to get my car out this morning.

Had to take the bloody bus into town, to get to the gym.

That said the road I have to get out of, is an old country lane (very narrow and curves), not gritted, so I'm not risking bashing into the side of a stone wall!! It stays where it is. It's not the most ideal of motors in these conditions anyway. My old man warned me!! Did I listen??? Nup. Did he laugh when I told him? Yup.

It may have ended up like that if I'd have taken it out!! I went out yesterday in it, slid around abit in it, I made it home alive without crashing, so its best left in the drive today.

My faith in human kindness has been restored.

My car is a bit sporty with nice fat tyres (not going to be crass and boast about what type) and I got myself stuck on a hill today. A young man whom I might've usually derided as a boy racer very kindly got out of his car, fetched some rock-salt and gave me a push to get me on my way.

The people of Batley are so much friendlier than the fekkwitt population of Leeds.

Yesterday On the aformentioned Scotchman Lane just where it levels out before going down again, a lady was outside her house shoveling rock salt from a wheel barrow and throwing it into the road.

I made a point of thanking her and was going to email look north about it but cant find a link.

It would have been much easier for her to sit indoors with her feet up watching TV but it made me think there are some decent folk left i nthis world.

I know. Having said that if I were her I'd have probably had the hose pipe out trying to make some black ice.

Then I'd have sat indoors with my feet up watching the resultant carnage.

The hose pipe would probably have helped.

I had a turtles head all the way down.

rlA rather amusing use of snowrl

I decided to drive to work today with the better weather forecast and it never ceases to amaze me that s are quite prepared to make a small hole on the snow on their windscreen and set off.

Such thick, selfish moronoic drivers deserve to die a slow lingering death when they wrap their car around a lamp-post.