It's Bud Pod, 193.

193.

1993.

A Christmas tree.

The Christmas trees are up. Yeah, and the snow is fallen all around us, children playing, having fun in London City.

London is full of snow, it's true. It's very picturesque. I'm looking outside at my car and it's got snow on it and it's very charming but I can't tell if it's going to damage the car.

Yeah, we're not used to snow and ice in the UK and London especially it very quickly turns to

sort of cigarette ash.

Well Phil you and I both don't like hot weather but how do you feel about cold weather when it's cold enough to snow?

I love it.

Yeah. Yeah, I like it a lot.

It's magical and in the UK. It's usually very, very brief except for like, you know, the beast from the east a couple years back or the freak snowstorms that can last a few days.

Here it's it's it's kind of blink and you'll miss it.

This one seems to be hanging around, especially now that lives or further out of London

with less sort of residual city heat, city heat, the heat of the city,

melting the snow out here. In the relative countryside the snow is remaining undisturbed really.

Well you're a suburban boy really aren't you?

I'm now a suburban boy looking out onto a vista of snow-kept roofs. It's all very dekenzian.

Yeah, whereas I'm looking at snow on kind of concrete tower blocks and it's a bit more like a sort of survival video game of some kind.

Yeah, it's like a it's a modern warfare sort of map.

Yeah yeah yeah Captain Price is about to sort of announce that we've got to find some sort of ill, very, very ethnically

ambiguous smuggler.

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