Snowballing
Oh no! The worst snow in at least four days. How will Britain cope? Children are being kept home from school, their parents can’t get to work. Life as we know it is collapsing around our ears. It’s anarchy! If this goes on we’ll be starving in our houses, business will never recover. The credit crunch is being sound-tracked by the squeaking crunch of feet in snow.
If this continues, Britain will return to the dark ages within a week. Armies of snow-coated vigilantes will be stalking the street, looting and pillaging, their noses glowing orange in the cold. Families will start eating their neighbours. Cats and dogs will start breeding. Vegetables will never grow again. The rubbish will never be collected. Cars will smash into each other as their owners try to recreate normality and earn some money. Buildings will totter and fall under the weight of snow. We’ll drown under an ever-mounting pile of the effluvia of modern life.
Fear! Fire! Foes! Help!
I'm planning to end it all quickly - I'm going out in a hail of snowballs...
This blog should be read aloud, with hysterical overtones.