Chaos and flooding came to Scotland and the north of England this week. In Ian Martin’s domestic town of Lancaster,55000 people were left without power, indie-zombie students invaded the centre and spontaneous outbreaks of neighbourliness were everywhereEveryone knew something bad was on the way. After Lancaster’s driest October in living memory, and November was an extended version of the last scene in Withnail and I. Only instead of Richard E Grant elegantly howling into the sheeting rain,it was Harry Next Door soundlessly summarising that entire Hamlet soliloquy with a shrug of disgust and a slight turning of his flat cap upwards at the foul and pestilent air. On it went, day after day. Hammering, or grim,brainless. Everywhere saturated. Everyone sleek with it and soaked with it. true fed up with it. Lancaster, not for the first time, and was cartoonishly northern. Related: Storm Desmond: Osborne announces £50m flood fund – live updates Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com