Another snow story - Churchill would've been proud :D
Was reminded of this earlier with the next wave of potential white stuff dropping upon me from above tonight (phwar phwar).

During this years blizzards back in Feb/March time I was one morning stuck in the office. I'd braved the snow and picked up me car-sharing bud Richard from his flat and travelled a few miles to our office through the ice and snow. I made slow progress but the roads were relatively quiet as it was about half seven in the morning and no-one else was fucking mental enough to drive in those conditions. We arrive in work and expect another shit day of phonecalls and abuse from people who dribble on keyboards as a hobby.

But lo, it was not meant to be! About an hour into our shift we see that the snow is back, and it's coming down heavier than a Jordan Wanking Party in Tokyo (those Japanese will wank about anything). Me 'n' Rich sit about wondering what the fuck we are doing in work while the managers argue about "Well should we close the building as an emergency? I dunno, what do you think?" in the corner. I email Rich and say "Fancy a walk back home?" to which he quickly replies "FUCK YES!" and we go awol.

We leave the office and immediately see that the office car park is completely snowed in, so we decide in terms of safety to leave my car there and walk back to my house. Normally this takes a good 2 hours (and that's downhill while I carry no bags or weight and I've just had 4 cans of lucazade/red bull) but in the snow/ice it was slow going.

After a good hour 'n' half's sliding about like twats we make it to the halfway point; just outside a conveniently placed pub. I check me wallet and cha-ching, enough for a few pints, result. Only prob now being that the pub was closed and didn't open for a few hours (bastarding cuntog). Outside the pub however was something altogether brilliant. The pub itself was on one of the main roads leading through this estate we were on, but it was raised up on the side of a hill and had a sitting area and carpark which was a good 15 feet above the road level. This meant that anyone can walk into the side entrance to the front of the pub, and overlook the main road.

Now mix this in with snow and about 30 young teenage kids who were now off school and you had your own mini-Normandy beach landing.

Cars were slowly braving the weather were snaking up the road past me 'n' Rich, when as we reached the pub we see shitloads of kids appear from behind parked vehicles, looking over the pub-front wall and wherever elese they were hiding and pelt ten shades of shit out the cars going by with as many snowballs as they could make. The cars would beep but never stop, and the kids all laughed like fuck then prepared for the next victims.

Me 'n' Rich were initially expecting the worst, but after a quick bit of negotiating we were given ring-side seats to watch up on the pub wall with them.

Now fucking finally I've gotten to the entire cunting point of this QOTW answer, which is of course Schadenfreude. I've most probs bored you to fucking tears by now so I'd better just get on with it (before I get RSI from typing this bollocks). Rich points down the road and sees this blue Sierra Cosworth slowly advancing towards our mini-Nazi companions ambush. The Nazis have made their ammo, and many of them look red in the face. But they are not tired - the adrenaline is there in their eyes, focused, non-blinking. The smell of blood in in the air, and the wolves are gathering.

The Cosworth reaches in front of the pub, just in time for 30+ snowballs to twat every fucking side of the car. But unlike the last cars which beeped and continued driving, this driver has snapped. Handbrake comes on and out of the driver seat comes a lanky muscle built Neanderthal of a man with veins popping out of the side of his angry face.
"Which one of you fucker....." was all he managed, as by this time all the kids had reloaded and pelted as much snow as they could muster at the cunt, who was literally battered by snow back into his car before he rather sheepishly drove off into the distance.

We laughed all the way home, even managing to nip back to Rich's flat for some Carling and some Call of Duty 4, but it just wasn't the same :D
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Thu 17 Dec 2009, 20:48, 3 replies)

you both should've pelted the kids with snow balls
... wonder if they have a mod for COD where you can change your weapon to a snowball :D
(Brain Licker Follow me, I'm right behind you., Thu 17 Dec 2009, 23:46, closed)

Were these..
..Swansea children perhaps? If so, what pub was shut at that time in Swansea? They were open pretty much all the time last time I was there.
(MonkeyFunker, Fri 18 Dec 2009, 13:00, closed)

top end of Manselton
I think it's the Manselton Inn, ask me again when I'm sober :D
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Fri 18 Dec 2009, 15:58, closed)