
Global Warming: The UK’s Tornado Alley Makes It No Place Like Home
STICK a colander on your head, pull up a Scarecrow and befriend the Beast of Bodmin, thar’s a tornado a comin’.
As the Express says in “Just like Kansa….but with a slight twist”, “terrifying winds” are battering our country. This is “Tornado Alley.”
Twelve twisters have uprooted trees, overturned caravans and ripped the top from a school bus. “Forecasters say this is only the start of a spell of frightening weather.”
“My flat felt like it was about to take off – just like that scene in the Wizard of Oz,” says Farnborough, Hants, resident Frank Miklos, recalling the moment when Dorothy finds her bijou two-bed flat with all mod cons twirled in the air like a sycamore leaf.
Britons are “terrified”. It is “horrendous”. “It sounded like the end of the world,” says one onlooker, who dared to look and listen.
In Eye, Cambridgeshire, “a motorist reported seeing a car blown right across the road.”
The Telegraph sees all. “It doesn’t happen often, but watch out,” it warns. The papers Philip Eden, weather forecaster, says: “When ever Britain experiences ‘freak’ weather conditions, forecasters such are myself are inevitable asked two questions: is global warming to blame, and are such events happening more frequently.”
The answer to both questions is “no”.
Or “no place like home”, to give the quote in full…
Posted: 25th, September 2007 | In: Global Warming Comments (4) | Follow the Comments on our RSS feed: RSS 2.0 | TrackBack | Permalink
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September 26th, 2007 at 8:04 pm
That’s Neasden for you…
September 25th, 2007 at 8:04 pm
I have an elderly uncle in Neasden but he’s even shorter than me
September 25th, 2007 at 7:19 pm
NW10! whisper it but I am a native of those parts. Does the tallest man in the world still live in Neasden? They say he is as big as an oak…
September 25th, 2007 at 5:33 pm
Welcome to my world, tornadoes rip through the midwest regularly every spring. Oh it’s frightening alright, the last one I witnessed sounded like a hundred high speed freight trains were coming though the back yard. Huge, ancient oak trees were uprooted like weeds just west of us as the sky turned shades of green and yellow…… pretty scary for a Harlesden lad like me. The small town of Barneveld, Wisconsin was obliterated by a big one some years back. So what do we do?
Hide in the basement and pray to whoever you preceive God to be seems to be the favorite. Not a bad plan when there’s nothing else you can do.
Still I suppose it had to happen, first the US gave Britain crappy TV shows, then various fast food joints, and now a taste of our weather.
No… dont thank us.