Saturday, January 09, 2010
Chewbacca's sense of snow
It is two below zero (F) outside in Toronto.
To go out for beer is daunting.
I pace the floor making Chewbacca sounds.
And all that talk about global warning.It is colder in London than Toronto. Ten below. Suzuki must be a Wookie.
Were he in Toronto and not B.C. he would be not a completly abominable snowman, but close. The global warmers have become something of an abomination, certainly among Brits who are running out of natural gas for their one- bob- at- a -time pay-as-you- freeze gas heaters. Has that country discovered central heating yet? The economy will surely improve. Furnace sales are up and away.
I maintain that a civilization is measured by its plumbing and heating. Poor Brits now back in the stone age for all their pretenses to being Romans all this time? Oh, the cold! Et tu Brute!
Those hot shorts, fashion statement of underwear bombers, must surely be brisk- selling items at the duty free shop at Heath Row.
The old joke about it being airy. What did you expect? This time feather knickers for sure.
Nobody in Britain expected twenty below.
Again, it takes grit to be a Brit.
Londoners develop a safe, steady routine for forty years. Mild climate. No serious traffic problems in winter.
And then London is a skating rink, the Austin Coopers go round and round. And there is a polar bear watch near Canada House.
*Egad. I think my computer froze. Have to take hard drive, monitor and speakers apart. Not only super cold but entropy here!