Snow is officially crap. It's for blokes to surf down on overpriced ironing boards, giving it 'big air' and drinking Pepsi Max. 'Whoa dude, that was like, so rad'.
An Australian summer? No thanks, they can keep their snakes, spiders and other godforsaken poisonous beasties. Give me crap British weather any day of the week.
HOW DARE YOU! My preferred denomination for rectal cleanliness is never smaller than a £20 note. And my house is made out of platinum, gold is for Station knackaz.