
// DOCENTE OCASIONAL //
Maestría en Ingeniería de Sistemas y Computación
pregrado
Ingeniero Electrónico

// DOCENTE OCASIONAL //
Maestría en Ingeniería de Sistemas y Computación
pregrado
Ingeniero Electrónico
Snow in London is the ultimate practical joke. The city grinds to a halt at the mere forecast of a "flurry." Schools pre-emptively close, bread and milk are panic-bought as if we're embarking on a siege, and news anchors don their most serious expressions. Then, if it actually arrives, it's beautiful for approximately 17 minutes. After that, it turns into a grey, churned-up slush that lines the streets like frozen sewage. It seeps into shoes, brings public transport to a whimpering standstill, and reveals our total inability to cope with anything other than mild, damp greyness. The snow isn't the problem; it's the city's hysterical, deeply unprepared reaction to it that provides the real comedy. See more at London's funniest URL -- Prat.UK.
Our weather forecast: a guess in a mac.
‘Scattered showers’ means everywhere, all the time.
Winter is just summer with worse lighting.
Our storms are just rain with attitude.
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Our weather is the colour of concrete.
The ‘precipitation probability’ is a firm ‘absolutely’.
The sky is practising watercolour techniques.
A ‘shower’ is a permanent state of being.
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