Heavy snow and closed roads: should they stop you going for a drive-thru McDonald's?

SNOW is falling. Roads are covered in black ice. Lanes are blocked by trucks that could progress no further. Should you still go for McDonald’s drive-thru? 

PRO: shorter queues

When going for drive-thru at 10am on a Monday, the big worry is always: will I have to wait for it? But conditions of heavy snow, meaning closed roads, weather warnings and a much, much higher chance of collisions, will keep lightweights and losers home eating a Rustler’s burger they have to heat up themselves. You’ll be served in minutes.

CON: risk of being stranded

Driving in wintery conditions is dangerous. An unexpected patch of ice, the tyres on your Ford Ka that scraped its MOT in November and heavy, uncleared snow could add up to hours spent trapped in your car in sub-zero temperatures after neglecting to don a coat in your fever for a Big Mac Meal. But on the other hand, a Big Mac Meal.

PRO: sense of camaraderie

You were unlucky enough to miss out on the happy days of the Blitz, when bombed-out shops would still sell you 20 Players with a smile, because you were born in 1994. However, that shared sense of battling on through hardship is available at any Maccy Dee’s window near you in current conditions. It will restore your faith in Britain.

CON: car may be written off

Even though your mission is a sacred quest for nuggets, black ice may disregard this and send you spinning off the road into a metal crash barrier. The collision will damage your car beyond repair, costing you thousands, causing you to lose your job and leaving you at the mercy of UberEats. However if this does not happen you will be a hero.

PRO: proving personal indefatigability

By journeying to the golden arches through snow, ice and jack-knifed lorries on the ring road you are not simply securing limp fries and a milkshake that, whatever its flavour, has an aftertaste of banana. You are proving that you are single-minded enough to surmount any obstacles in your way and have a winning anecdote to recount in job interviews.

CON: permanent injury and death

Losing control of your car on ice and travelling at speed towards an immovable object may, in the kind of extreme case the Met Office is always citing, lead to disfigurement, the loss of one or more limbs, and death. Whether you place this above your personal desire for a cheeseburger is up to you. Ah, you’ve picked up your car keys already.

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Legitimate reasons why I keep you off my social media, by a boyfriend definitely not keeping his options open

By Oli O’Connor, aged 27 and with nothing to hide

BABE, I know you’re concerned about why you never appear on my Insta. So I want to address this transparently to reassure you while continuing to seem unattached. 

First, I’m a very private person. Why I even have social media in that case? To keep up with all your news, hun! Yeah, I guess my desire for privacy doesn’t extend to my gym selfies, travelogue or shirtless shots. Because I’m complex.

Second, my ex still follows me. It would hurt her to see me with someone as hot as you and I know that you wouldn’t want to cause pain to another woman. That’s why I’ve concealed your existence from her; because I’m a committed feminist.

Besides, social media is used by big tech to track us and I want to protect you from that. Your algorithms should remain clean and untouched by my digital presence which is why I assiduously untag myself from all your photos.

The posts I’ve liked were all hot girl selfies? I hadn’t noticed. I guess I was trying, in my clumsy, fat-fingered way, to shore up their flagging self-esteem. Large-breasted women can get insecure and I wanted to be a good ally.

The comments I posted on their photos? An attempt to make friends. I have you and I resent any suggestion that I view women in purely sexual terms. It cheapens our relationship.

Our love should be about what’s real, not what’s online. Which is why our relationship will remain entirely offline, undocumented and deniable should I run into a former fuckbuddy on a night out.