So, here's the rub. I'm led to understand that the fact that a polar bear would be planning on moving South if he lived in Glasgow, does not fall out with the continuing scientific belief that we're all going to be kebabed within the next two hundred years, but if that's really true, let's get on with it.
We get ten year pulses of this sort of winter apparently.....in which case it would be worth getting a bloody good fleet of snow ploughs. They can't have an operating life of much longer than that, so we could recycle them afterwards.
Here I am in Cheshire with a city full of salt three miles away, and yet the main road into town yesterday was a white out.....we only had three inches of snow for God's sake......can do attitude ?....fought and won in the Falklands?........stiff upper lip?
It may be stiff, but that's because it's minus bleedin' ten.
If global warming means I need snow chains two months a year, or have to buy a gas guzzling 4x4 (whoops !), sobeit. If it means I get two or three ski trips a year, even better...although clearly that means six plane flights (whoops)....
But and it's a big but......could someone change the timing of the football season (we don't all play at The Emirates) and get a transport system that doesn't stop when we get four inches of snow and the temp hits minus 10
...and don't get me started on bloody Christmas
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