In the Atlantic, depressions become tropical storms and
rush towards the Caribbean and the southern United States. Homeowners batten
down their properties, hide in the cellar and hope, guiltily, that the
devastating forces of nature pass them by and take their neighbour instead.
Island communities are devastated and thousands can lose their living, if not
their actual lives in a single night of howling, hurricane-force winds and
thousands of tonnes of rain cascading from angry skies, for no reason whatsoever. Weather, like islam, doesn't care how many it kills.
According to Wikipedia, Hurricane Katrina was the
eleventh named storm and fifth hurricane of the 2005 Atlantic hurricane season.
It was the costliest natural disaster, as well as one of the five deadliest
hurricanes, in the history of the United States. Over 1200 people lost their
lives and over $100bn of property damage was caused. Meanwhile, in Britain, we’ve
had it tough. In 1883 the Eyemouth Disaster killed 189 fishermen. In 1953,
severe winds and a high spring tide killed 300 in the North Sea flood. In 1987
Michael Fish narrowly avoided forecasting a hurricane with the subsequent loss
of lots and lots of old trees and 22 people. And in 2013/14 the cessation of
dredging and a bit of heavy rain submerged the Somerset Levels. I don’t recall anybody
dying as a result.
But now the Met Office want to start naming UK-bound storms
‘...in an attempt to improve awareness of major weather threats’. Perhaps the Met Office hasn’t noticed our national
preoccupation with the weather... And our almost universal shrug of indifference
when it finally hits. Yes there’s the odd YouTuber who posts pictures of bollock-sized hailstones
or a family of ducklings happily paddling along a flooded gutter, but in the main we
tend to just put on a coat or stay indoors.
But no longer is this level of ‘meh’ acceptable. Derrick
Ryall, head of the public weather service at the Met Office, said: "We
have seen how naming storms elsewhere in the world raises awareness of severe
weather before it strikes.” Yes, indeed, Derrick (you really spell it that way,
like a lifting device?) in places where storms cause devastation and death on a
regular basis, it’s a bloody good idea but in Britain where most of the housing
stock has steadfastly refused to be blown down, year after year, all you are
doing is feeding the increasing propensity of Brits to seek compensation for
imagined losses. We do have insurance, you know?
Further, another Met Office spokesman said: "There
is no system at the moment for naming storms. It is random and you can get the
same storm being given different names by different forecasters. This is what
leads to confusion in the media and the public and why we are piloting an
official system." Who was confused? Weather forecasts come at us a hundred
times a day and all we need to know is, is it going to be windy/wet/dry/hot
where I am? Naming it? Haven’t you learned how inhospitable we are to even desperately
needy refugees? The idea that we are going to adopt a fucking bit of wind and
give it a personality by naming it is a tad fanciful to say the least.
There's a mo-storm coming...
And anyway, this is Britain. If we named a storm John we’d
be called racist Anglophiles. Lloyd would be pandering to the Welsh, Gordon would
be howled down by the gays north of the border and Patrick would risk raising the ire of Ireland. If we opted
for girls’ names we’d end up with wet ones like Cissy or Petunia. But give it a
few years and that problem will go away. In the coming UK Caliphate every storm
will be called mohammed.
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