Remember this a few days back?

To which James Wilson wrote:

That’s well and true and it was so in Russia too but that was a continental climate. I’ve been in minus 38C but no lower – it was cold enough, genuinely cold.

However, the two coldest days I’ve had were once at a stadium called Waverley Park in Melbourne for a night game – even in a sleeping bag, I got mild hypothermia.  The other was standing on Hadrian’s Wall near the A68 at 6 a.m., such that I could not even start the car.

I don’t mean the car wouldn’t start, I mean that I couldn’t even grasp the key.  That was about minus 5C. The two types of temperatures do not compare.

My Russian mate said to me the other day that they had the conditions I would love – minus 8C and snowing.  Big, fluffy drifts everywhere.  He was not being ironic – I used to don my gloves about minus 8, real Russians would about minus 12.

Yesterday and today, I went to the gym in track trousers, T shirt, one zip up top and another over that. It was pretty warm actually, plus 4 or 5.

It’s all relative.

5 comments for “Cold

  1. The Blocked Dwarf
    December 16, 2017 at 18:02

    Aged 17 I decided it would be fun to hitch hike around Germany in -14C (+wind chill) in a Tshirt ,a light summer jacket, no money and not enough German to get myself laid. It ended up with me sitting, starving, outside a Autobahn services on the ground next to a vent that was supposed to be kicking out warm air but wasn’t (and this was back in the days when things, all things, in Germany were required by law to work.). Being brought up in Norfolk I thought I could ‘handle’ getting cold, not being able to feel my limbs, and it was only as I started to feel warm and hallucinate that I realized I was in serious trouble.
    Fortunately the next guy who walked passed me had done his National Service on the Ambulances I think and manhandled me into his decrepit van, turned the heating up, gave me an old sweatshirt he had in the van from when he painted his flat and fed me cheese sandwiches until Nuremberg and then gave me a bed for the night .

    Kept that sweatshirt for years, just wish I could recall the guy’s name. Say what you like about lefty radical, ‘RAF Poster on wall’, German students of the 80s (and I’m generally not a fan), that night he saved my life.

    • December 16, 2017 at 18:59

      The fun vee haf at siebzehn, ja?

      • The Blocked Dwarf
        December 16, 2017 at 19:30

        it vos very lone-lee on ze Prussian front!

  2. Mudplugger
    December 16, 2017 at 20:12

    It was December 1981 and I was outdoors all day involved in a sporting event in the UK Midlands – the temperature was -22C – and that’s bloody cold all day long. Thank heaven for the full set of top-spec Damart thermal underwear.

    Driving home northwards, the screen-washers remained solidly frozen for the entire trip, not what you want with heavily-salted roads – just happened to have a water-pistol handy (too complicated to explain why), which provided excellent service when pointed round from the driver’s door window (once that window had unfrozen too).

    Older now, wiser, thinner blood – don’t aim to repeat that day anytime soon.

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