Last Wednesday there were several met office reports that, because of cold air over the eastern Pacific, we would be in for more than an egg cup of rain.
On Thursday BBC Radio Two issued several warnings that such was the danger of severe weather it might be a good idea to make only really essential journeys.
On Friday the heavens opened and half of Britain gleefully set off to get stuck on the M5.
It beggars belief. Especially the whingers and gobs on sticks complaining that not enough had been done by everybody from the Archbishop of Canterbury to the Kennel Club.
In comparison to many other European countries we have girlie weather. But we drive like clowns in fog, ice and light breezes, go ill prepared for the worst and arrive in deep mid winter without once having checked our lights.
Worst of all we are all so self important that travel warnings are clearly for someone else with a less critical role to play in world affairs.
I fully expect that should the four minute warning ever go roads will be blocked by people heading for the supermarket to beat the cockroaches to the beans.
Geddit?
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