They have come up with a list of names for our winter storms.
Mind you, they are a little late as we have already had two.
I still haven’t quite grasped the point of these names but I have more than a niggling suspicion that it’s all part of the dumbing down of society. People have become so infantile in their thinking that they’ll be less scared if a wind has a name? In my book a wind is a wind and if it causes any damage around the Manor then I am quite happy to give it a name of my choosing, though I concede that my name might not go down too well with the Met Office.
This coming storm season the names will be Aiden, Bella, Christoph, Darcy, Evert, Fleur, Gavin, Heulwen, Iain, Julia, Klaas, Lilah, Minne, Naia, Oscar, Phoebe, Ravi, Saidhbhín, Tobias, Veronica, Wilson.
Be still my beating heart.
I confess though that I am looking forward to Storm Saidhbhín. I shall tune in with glee to Sky News and the other UK stations to see what kind of a pig’s arse they make of the pronunciation.
Said bin? Heh!