Winter in London
I think that you can find enough information about the PDC World Championship on the site though I decided to have a more outside view on things
in my "personal" reports and in my first article I'll tell you a little bit more about a topic that at the moment not only on people's minds
in England.
Snow!! And a little bit of ice...
I had a lot of luck flying to England - I had booked a flight at time when it didn't snow. But we had more or less no sight at all from the plane
and landed in a very wet London. The rain had changed into something like wet snow when I reached my hotel and everything including me was dripping.
We all were a little bit anxious this evening in Ally Pally but when I left there some time after midnight rather astonishing everything had dried
up.
The next morning in town it again started to snow. It changed into driving snow mixed with a cold wind what really was not agreeable. In a short
time everything turned white, the buses got into trouble. I walking and using the tube didn't have a problem. In some way it was a lot of
atmosphere in town and the St. James Park looked like a fairytale! You can meet not only people there.
And sometimes you find some statues:
Who this is? It's not really a gap in one's education though he's a person who comes to my mind in ice and snow. It's Sir John Franklin who's
gone missing in the Arctic around 1848 together with the total crew of his two ships. They were on an expedition to find the North-West-Passage.
No one knows what really happened to them, the ships were never recovered till today. One found some human remains and from them concluded they
all died from tuberculosis and scurvy. Some time ago they hit the headlines because it looks very probably that in the end there was some
cannibalism...
There where no problems at all at the Ally Pally. I spied quite a group of German fans including Jyhan Artut and Sebastian Mayer and Thorsten
Brock of the PDC Europe. What a close match that was from Andree Welge! John Gwynne talked to him after the match and told me he was quite
content though of course a little bit frustrated.
When I woke up on Saturday everything was white and it still snowed. It still snowed two hours later when I walked up Muswell Hill to do some
shopping. You almost didn't see the hand in front of your face but nevertheless a small brass band played Christmas songs. I had the impression
they played very fast.
In the afternoon it stopped to snow, still in time for the World Championship which started almost punctual without a problem though no buses
did
drive. You could find them all stranded at the roadside.
