I will never stop boring anybody within earshot about how much of a fucking mistake it was to let these fucking met nerds give names to weather.JimmyDee wrote: ↑Sun Jun 11, 2023 10:51 am Of course, two cloudy days and everyone will be saying "we never really had a summer, did we?"
You have to laugh at the hysterical stories the Met Office put out, though. "Hottest day of the year so far", and so on. What? In June, the start of the summer? We're all going to die!
Just because their pals in the states could do it, you know the US, where they regularly have huge life and environment destroying weather events like hurricanes and tornados and giant rivers like the Mississippi breaking its banks, you know stuff worthy of nomenclature and recognition that folk will remember well to the next century?
Not like here where its damp and its windy except when it's not.
The end.
Now these tiny cocked fucking eco- Hitlers strut about screeching fiery death or watery destruction if the barometer drops or rises an eighth of a bar.
Distributing monickers to even the feeblest breeze or faintest drizzle. All names are ethically and ethnically sourced of course. God forbid a weather event not be given a PC name. Or even worse, they misgender them.
It was with great pleasure that I read that these noodle wristed milque toasts whinged and whined about one of the few noticeable weather events in recent years which was first tracked by the Spanish met office who hurriedly christened it with a proud strutting Iberian name, Juan Ramon or something, I forget.
Our cry babies snivelled through snotter, "S'not fair! We seen it first, not fair!" But proud Johnny Dago told them to do 'una' and flicked the Hispanic equivalent of Vs at them and so our pathetic crews choice of Siobhan Nahib or Ochunga Myffanwy was consigned to the dust.
These fuckers were not bullied enough at school and need to be bullied more in the workplace.
No working environment is toxic enough for these cunts. It should be obligatory for anyone passing to push their cornish pixie faces into their desks full of isobar charts and dew points.
It would be slightly more forgivable if they were getting the forecasts right occasionally but THEY DON'T.
If they did I would be a smidge less unrelenting.
But they are a useless weedy parcel of wimps, Nancy boys and unfuckables, all jostling and backstabbing to get their ghastly fizzogs on audience dwindling Morning telly and hobnob with the Schofields Hammonds, Willoughbys and O'Drearys of this world or whatever faceless drones front the BBCs morning cancer scare and Strictly pimping atrocity.
Or maybe a runners up spot to trade semi flirtatious but horribly insincere bantz with the current cretins driving away listeners on Radio 2.
The mere sight of one of these lovecraftian horrors on my screen gesticulating ineffectively, bony arms and elbows akimbo, all receding hairline, bobbing Adams apple and hipster beard with campy sub Inman delivery....I feel the nausea rising as I write.
And then you should see the male presenters.
Honestly if they're going to be this bad we should just follow the Mexican model of getting some flashing eyed 9 with huge knockers to distract us from how shit they are at weather forecasting.
I. Really. Really. Hate. Them.
