OK this is an RR - rhetorical rant. Feel free to join in if your spleen needs a work out.
Look. It's Winter, OK. It snows in Winter. Well it hasn't really snowed that hard as a whole country for many years, but surely we haven't all forgotten what snow is?
No, someone is to blame. Someone is ALWAYS to blame. Wrong snow, too much snow, too little grit, not enough de-icer. Good grief. Settled in to watch a prog on hippos only to find that it's canceled in favour of a programme to tell me that it's snowing. Bloody hell, thank goodness I saw that. I might have gone out for a walk in my t shirt and shorts and died of hyppiethermica. Reports from nob reporters around the country and abroad. 'Let's talk to this random person, Madam what do you think about this government's absolute inability to cope with these conditions and who do you think has to resign?' Well, let's not ask leading questions then. 'Aye fink it's sumones fault and they shud doo sumfink abaat it. It's disgasting, it is. Wayne where's me fags?'
Snow does cause disruption. It does and it's tough at times. People have problems. But jeez, just get on with it. Stay in your house. Do not drive your car. Put on boots and walk if you have to. Wrap up warm. Come on it's not rocket salad is it. Make the best of it. How the hell did we form the World's largest empire? Not like this we didn't.
There was an ex mountaineer on the other day. How the hell do you become an ex mountaineer? telling people how to dress warmly if going out for a drink! I nearly put my foot through the telly. People are going to die out, I'm telling you. As a race we are too stupid to exist. All that will be left will be a convoy of Landcruiser owners driving over the remains of a million crushed X boxes and autographed pics of Simon Cow or whatever his name is, all tutting saying 'We could have told you that this would happen'
I can't get my breath. Let's elect Clarkeson as Emperor, put Ann Widecomb in charge of the Ministry for Common Sense and all grow a pair and get a bloody grip!
Right. I have said my piece. Time for a glass of warm milk and my pills.
Chris
Look. It's Winter, OK. It snows in Winter. Well it hasn't really snowed that hard as a whole country for many years, but surely we haven't all forgotten what snow is?
No, someone is to blame. Someone is ALWAYS to blame. Wrong snow, too much snow, too little grit, not enough de-icer. Good grief. Settled in to watch a prog on hippos only to find that it's canceled in favour of a programme to tell me that it's snowing. Bloody hell, thank goodness I saw that. I might have gone out for a walk in my t shirt and shorts and died of hyppiethermica. Reports from nob reporters around the country and abroad. 'Let's talk to this random person, Madam what do you think about this government's absolute inability to cope with these conditions and who do you think has to resign?' Well, let's not ask leading questions then. 'Aye fink it's sumones fault and they shud doo sumfink abaat it. It's disgasting, it is. Wayne where's me fags?'
Snow does cause disruption. It does and it's tough at times. People have problems. But jeez, just get on with it. Stay in your house. Do not drive your car. Put on boots and walk if you have to. Wrap up warm. Come on it's not rocket salad is it. Make the best of it. How the hell did we form the World's largest empire? Not like this we didn't.
There was an ex mountaineer on the other day. How the hell do you become an ex mountaineer? telling people how to dress warmly if going out for a drink! I nearly put my foot through the telly. People are going to die out, I'm telling you. As a race we are too stupid to exist. All that will be left will be a convoy of Landcruiser owners driving over the remains of a million crushed X boxes and autographed pics of Simon Cow or whatever his name is, all tutting saying 'We could have told you that this would happen'
I can't get my breath. Let's elect Clarkeson as Emperor, put Ann Widecomb in charge of the Ministry for Common Sense and all grow a pair and get a bloody grip!
Right. I have said my piece. Time for a glass of warm milk and my pills.
Chris
spot on Chris 
