Nothing animates the English more than the weather, or so it seems. There is a perceptible and somewhat strange relish in those who complain and moan, but secretly long and hope for more snow, and more chaos. Newspaper journalists seem to fall into this category of people, and there are many stories about potential disasters awaiting Britain. It seems that everything will run out soon: gas, grit and salt, and now food. Perhaps the tins of sardines I bought during the most pernickety period of the economic crisis (see Economic crisis │ One year on) may become useful as reserve food. However, I have a feeling that they will remain where they are: in the dark corners of the kitchen cupboard.
The ‘Big Freeze’ │ Will everything run out?
10 January 2010