No buses or trains. People abandoning their cars in freezing weather and trudging down the motorway like refugees, turning the M8 into one giant car park. ‘It was like The Day After Tomorrow’ my brother told me.
He spent four hours running around Glasgow trying to find a way home. Went to the Bus Station. No buses. Went to Information,’ What do I know?’ shrugged the man in the booth. Some information perhaps?
Same story at the train station. ‘Oh, but there is a train ten miles away from where you really want to go and it leaves in five hours.’ Bloody fantastic info, especially when they tell you AFTER you bought your ticket.
Eventually he got home seven hours after his brother went into get him in a Land Rover. Something about their gears makes them good in the snow apparently.
Anyway, I’m listening to this and whilst I’m thinking how terrible it is, I’m also thinking wouldn’t it be great to write a zombie novel set in the snow? Imagine it, survivors walking by and they see a snowman and think,’ how lovely it is that kids are still doing normal things like building snowmen. Then the thing moves and it’s a blooming zombie! I can just see folk jumping in their cinema seats when I sell the movie rights to Night of the Killer Snow Zombies!.
