(I just had to post this word for word, it's a sublime and hysterical piece of writing. Me, jealous? Noooo...) London's day of innocence Stuart Jeffries revels in the hush, the beauty, the joy and the anarchy of a city magically transfo rmed http://www.guardian.co .uk/uk/20 09/feb/03/london-snow-weather On the canal bridge just behind Kings Cross, a policeman took a huge snowball full in the face and - I couldn't quite believe this was happening - giggled delightedly (it must have really hurt). His three colleagues gathered snowballs and pelted the mob of school boys and girls, quite sensibly avoiding head shots (think of the lawsuits). But they were outnumbered and outgunned. And anyway, they were easy targets, these coppers in their fluorescent jackets. And the school children, those alleged dysfunctional products of our greed-obsessed, low-serotonin, broken-homed, intolerably lardy, TV-ruined society, were in a snowy wonderland where there was no school, no rules and...