Thirty years on from Frank Zappa’s ode to the perils of chromatically challenged low temperature precipitation, what do people in the backwoods of Siberia get? Yellow snow. Well, OK, it’s mostly orange, with a bit of yellow. And red. But they have been told not to eat it. Or at least, not to feed it to their animals.
Three regions of southern Siberia have reported foul-smelling, oily orange snow that contains four times the normal levels of iron, as well as acids and nitrates. Everyone apart from the government is busy trying to work out which of Russia’s eco-disaster zones is the source of the pollution. The official line is that a storm in Kazakhstan picked up clay and dust, and dumped it next door in Siberia. Makes a change from frogs.
At least they’ve still got some snow. The way the climate’s going, skiers will be happy to ski on anything, regardless of colour. Or race, creed or sexual orientation.