The march of the Nu-Nus

To those of us who still feel like five-year olds, and are mentally trapped in the ephemeral topicals of days gone by, the Berlin anti-snow authorities hold a special place in our collective, tiny hearts.

But, much to my surprise and secret joy, I was nearly run-down and killed by a deranged Nu Nu on my walk to work this morning.

Of course, the Germans being German, five weeks before the snows began, the streets were covered in grit (which they have in abundance here – all that “planning” they do) and the roads were constantly combed by large snow mobiles.

Yet even the capillaries of the German transport network are also serviced. Every little street around my area has been swept, shovelled and snorted by these little Nu Nus, ensuring that all pedestrians are liable only to suffer mild breakages on their way to the shops.

Of course, the main feature of these ditsy machines is how fun they look, or, at least, to drive. The driver certainly enjoyed himself today, as he slowly attempted to run me down, or suck me up his dexterous trunk.

Naughty Nu Nu!
[Does anyone else feel that Dipsy is putting on an unusually masculine pose on this one?]