Tuesday, 6 October 2009

Xtreme Weather Blogging

From the blog that brought you such seismogeometeorosensations as Hey, was that an earthquake? and Hot diggety dang that was another earthquake comes Hail in Preston, the acclaimed miniseries starring all new hot talent, including

the carpark, next door's backyard, and the fence that kept them apart



the apartment stairway that wouldn't say die (unless you forgot to wear your extra-traction boots, but then it tended to say die as in "Die!", not die as in "Oh noes, I die!")


the corrugated iron roof with the heart of asbestos


and of course, Harriet and Beatrice, who, despite their keen interest in freaks of precipitation, elected to spend the entire hailstorm pluckily guarding the underside of the armchair


Restores my faltering faith in the Bureau of Meteorology, this does. The BoM predicted a hail storm for today, and lo, there was a hailstorm, which makes a pleasing change from the arrant untruths it has been issuing for the past week. Arrant untruths, I tell you.

6 comments:

TimT said...

Aha! The two wise kittens, with their gifts of frank innocence and purr.

Alexis, Baron von Harlot said...

You forgot to mention mould, Timty.

Cistern Harlot said...

or perhaps cold frank innocence?

Ampersand Duck said...

They are so freaking cute. My cats tend to hug in a 69 position, with heads tucked into each other's arses, which is slightly less photogenic...

Alexis, Baron von Harlot said...

There's a bit of that, too, and Beatrice specialises in licking Harriet's anus (lovely). But yes, they tick my cute boxes big time.

Mitzi G Burger said...

Isn't Beatrice the imaginative and caring paramour!? Dramatic shots of the murderous stairwell, Harlowe, and wonderful gifted bit of punning there, Tim. A friend and I have been punning on gelato flavours, it has become our rum and raisin d'etre.