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….