The Forecast follows the News
There was a mixed bag of news yesterday.
First of all they announced that the Eurovision is to go ahead. This announcement led to a peak of excitement that must have hit zero on the Richter Scale. I thought last year that it had been put out of its misery but they seem to have revived it. Yet another programme to ignore on television.
Then there is the fuss over the vaccines. They have apparently decided that us Wrinklies should get the mRNA shit as they don’t trust the AstraWhatsit one. Seeing as I don’t trust the mRNA one that leaves us with a bit of a problem. Originally I had three options – the mRNA, AstraThingy or nothing. I very quickly dismissed the mRNA as I don’t fancy being a crash test dummy, and now they have seemingly removed the second option. That leaves me with just one choice – no vaccine. Leastwise the HSE are asking us to “bear with them” while they try to find their arse using both hands.
In a very exciting piece of news, our poster-boy deputy leader [who still thinks he’s our leader] is being gracious enough to consider the possibility that we may be allowed to have a holiday in Ireland. Isn’t that nice of him? Such a nice man. But on second reading, he may just be planning his own summer and letting us know in advance. Our Leo will say anything if there is a microphone and camera in the vicinity.
There is another piece of news which isn’t news. Yet.
I have a healthy distrust of our Met Office. They occasionally get things nearly right but more often than not the exaggerate everything. For storm, read a bit of a wind. For heavy rain and flooding read a few showers. They have intermittently been forecasting thunder over the last few months but I haven’t heard a single clap yet. So I tend to rely on my own forecasting which in all modesty is about 90% more accurate.
According to my forecast [E&OE] is that we are in for a bit of weather next week. Now is the time to stock up on toilet rolls and bread [or in my case, whiskey and baccy] as there is a drop of snow on the way. Not much. Just a few inches. England will get the worst of it but we’ll still get a few millimetres – just enough to bring the country to a complete standstill.
I may be wrong, so don’t quote me.
But I’m laying in a stash of whiskey just in case….
I refused the Pfizer vaccine and eventually got the Astra Zeneca one. I wasn’t keen on getting any but they wore me down with constant texts, phone calls and letters. Took the advice of Leggy who has no money involved and knows what he is talking about.
Like you, Carol, I followed Leggy's advice, since he's completely disinterested.
At 71, I got the AstraZeneca jab which means I'm not about to become an experimental genetically modified organism.
I had a chat with Doc a while ago and he knows my attitude to the mRNA. I have a strong suspicion that he shares my opinion so I'm not worried. I'll either take the AZ or nothing.
Here in Blighty you don’t get to choose your
poisonvaccine. Our Dear NHS knows best and you will take what you are given and clap while you’re getting it. You can of course refuse but that might have “consequences”…PS: Richter is a log scale, so zero is just whatever 1 is in the thing it’s measuring (probably Joules).
PPS: I consulted the Duck – it’s basically Log10 wave amplitude – a bit like dBV for you radio chaps 🙂
Pensions crisis, replacement electorate needing good quality homes few of our own younger folk could afford and bottom of the list when it comes to social housing priorities.
Wouldn't it be convenient if a lot of wrinklies disappeared entirely.
Just pondering what possible reasons they might have for the old uns to only have the dodgy brew, and who exactly is going to be held accountable when this all goes tits up.
Enough to bring the country to a complete standstill?
There were people in Laois who could not comprehend how the world could simply stop. Battered jeeps, old vans, trucks, even tractors, there were vehicles to ensure that standstill would never happen.
Anything over a quarter of an inch seems to grind Dublin to a standstill. Half of Irish drivers seem to be terrified of the white stuff and drive at about ten miles per hour if there are a few flakes around.
Here in South Essex we've had nothing as exciting as weather for what seems like forever, but I've taken your advice and got in bread and bog rolls anyway. Unfortunately, given how my brain has turned to mush over this last year, the odds of me getting them mixed up are probably not negligible.
I think there is a policy of "use the dodgy brew on the oldest first" because
1). they probably do not donate blood, or we can just not accept it. Along with other organs.
2). they are unlikely to have fresh offspring and any monstrosity can be put down to ageing genes.
3). they are not going to live long anyway, so with a bit of luck they will pass on before the horns start growing.