I'm sucked off with hearing endless hype about a few snowflakes, and I don't mean those gutless wonders who are terrified of offending anyone. Beast from the East, snow bombs, etc, it's as if the weather's being turned into a form of fear-mongering entertainment.

When I were a lad, said in a know-it-all Warnock-esque Yorkshire accent, it wasn't uncommon to regularly have huge snowfalls, sometimes in July and August too. But did we complain?

Yes, we moaned endlessly about the b'stard white stuff!