It’s chilly, isn’t it? Damn chilly. And there actually has
been some snow, largely on top of those big, rocky things with the gigantic
puddles in-between. You know the ones. Where all the tourists go so they can
get lost in inappropriate clothing, fall off the big rocky things and need
Mountain Rescue to save them. I know some Mountain Rescue folks – they’re all
jolly nice and fit. As in healthy. Not attractive. I mean, some of them are
attractive, but... I’ve got sidetracked again, haven’t I? Good job there isn’t a word count limit to
this Big Blogger business...
Anyway, today’s rantlet (look it up, it’s a real word,
honest) is about those folk who spot snow on a forecast as a possibility for 5
day’s time, and obsess about it. You know the ones – you haven’t seen a thing
about it, but after checking the papers, online, TV and radio and
cross-referencing them, they get one hint that it might snow next weekend and
suddenly they’re telling everyone that there definitely WILL be tons of the
white stuff.
And not just that. As we sensible types know, the weather is
jolly difficult to predict, especially more than a few days ahead. Some
particularly porky butterfly in Namibia decides to turn a teensy bit left
instead of carrying straight on, and the resulting air movement winds up,
thousands of miles and some complex meteorological science-y stuff later, with
it being a rainy day instead of a sunny one.
Oh no, our snow obsessed chums ignore that simple fact, and
the updated forecasts in-between, and carry on scaring the willies out of
anyone foolish enough to listen with dire tales of snowdrifts and temperatures
hitherto unknown at the North Pole on a particularly chilly day.
And then, when the day of the original prediction arrives,
they keep indignantly muttering about how the weather bods always get it wrong,
and that they definitely said it was going to snow today.
Here’s today’s top tip then. If someone says it’s going to
snow this time next week, wait until the day before then check the forecast –
for your specific area too. That’s another of the paranoid snowaholic’s little
tricks; as long as snow was shown somewhere within a 250 mile radius of their
home, it definitely means they’ll need a shovel, thermos of tea and some tinned
food to try and survive the oncoming white-out. No two ways about it.
There may well be a whole other article regarding local
councils and their ability to cope with snow, but I’ll save that for now. When
I try and do political stuff, my spider senses tell me to shut up. At least I
think it’s the spider senses. It could just be some of the other voices in my
head.
Oh look – it’s snowing. They did say it was going to last
week...This blog post appeared earlier today as an entry in the North West Evening Mail's "Big Blogger" competition. Do me a favour - click on this link to view it on their website, please? That way, I register a hit, and stand a chance of getting through to the main competition. Love you long time!
(Poptastic - bit of Duran Duran tonight, from "The Singles 81-85".)
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