Apres Moi With The Deluge
Thanks a lot, Global Warming! (Are there still sceptics, excerpt in the GOP?) Having seen the disastrous effects myself in Iceland, I got to experience them the night before last in a slightly less powerful rerun of the hurricane that hit the UK in 1987. It tore out forty feet of my glass-walled terrace from its stonework and will cost thousands to repair.
Meanwhile, over in the East End a gigantic beach ball caused chaos as it unmoored itself from either an art project or more likely, an advert, and bound about in the roads.
The storm was named after St Jude, patron Saint of disastrous lost causes, who clearly took time off from being the writer’s nemesis. Five died in the storm here, six were left dead in Germany. And as the seas heat up, creating the right conditions for storms, we’ll get many more. Sorry kids, my generation really f*cked the dog on this one.