The Team Rubber London base was one of the only signs of life in Soho today. Snow had drenched London in a beautiful blanket of powder about 8 inches deep. Getting back into town last night, the taxi I took from Paddington did a 560 spin on Wigmore Street. Half of Oxford Street shut at 4pm and the Supermarkets and cafe’s have pretty empty shelves as none of their deliveries arrived. However, our trusty milkman arrived at our door on time, and the kids upstairs had built this fantastic fag smoking snowman outside our door. And everyone you see on the street has a massive childish grin on their face! (N.B. this was written by Matt not Chris Q – Matt’s a divo and lost his password for the blog so I’m his blog writing assistant extrordinaire . . .)
