Oh Nooooees! The Gerbil Warmenists Are…
…starting to lose British politicians
For more than 20 years now, we have been told that this country was going to get hotter and hotter and hotter, and that global warming was going to change our climate in a fundamental way. Do you remember that? We were told that Britain was going to have short, wet winters and long, roasting summers. It was going to be like 1976 all over again, with streakers at Lord’s and your Mr Whippy melting before you could even lick it, and Hyde Park scorched into a mini Kalahari.
They said we were never going to have snow again, and that we should prepare for southern England to turn gradually into a Mediterranean world. There were going to be olive groves in the Weald of Kent, and the whole place was going to be so generally broiling in summer that no one would be able to move between noon and 4pm, after which people would come out to play boules and sip pastis, to the whine of a mandolin, in the dusty square that had once been a village green.
It hasn’t quite turned out that way…
(via Maggie’s Farm)
On the plus side, licking a Mr Whippy sounds exotic and fun…
I love Maggie’s Farm and I’m fairly sure that blog came from the song (and not vice-versa – though the answer to the answer to the latter would have to be asked of Bob Dylan and Maggie.). Not something I dare ask – of either. 😛
HHmph. My link didn’t work.
Just google “Maggies farm no more” and scroll down to the youtube link. And enjoy, if you like Dylan.