110. 29.04.2012 Place your bets on another drought warning

110. 29.04.2012 Place your bets on another drought warning

Betfred Llanrwrst. The throbbing Mecca for men with purple noses, plastic trainers, pouches of tobacco  and smoker’s phlegm donned  in mismatching sportswear and other forms of casual wear.

“Just sit in the car and don’t mess with anything whilst I pop into Spar for some essentials” said John. So I did just that. As good as gold I was. I didn’t  bib the horn, I didn’t flash the lights, I didn’t engage the reverse gear, I  left the handbrake as it was,  I didn’t  climb from the front to the back and the back to the front again. Neither did I rummage through the glove compartments in search of lost mints. Neither did I run the battery flat listening to the radio at full pelt and neither did I lie on the parcel shelf and pull faces at passers by. I didn’t even daub the wet windows. Like I said, I was as good as gold. To be brutally frank, I just wasn’t in the mood today.

I just sat there taking pictures of people going in and out of Betfred. I live an exciting life, but there again, what else is there to do on a wet day in April in Llanrwrst when everything has closed down for the rest of the year?  It’s a glorious place in the sunshine when the place is a hub of local activity,  less so in the rain.

Anyway, without being too tenuous, I reckon that all the purple nosed, white socked men going in would be placing bets on the odds of yet another drought and hosepipe ban being enforced on the same day that flood warnings, gale warnings and yellow rain warnings were issues with those little red triangle things that pop up on the forecast. 

It transpires that it’s the wrong kind of rain in the wrong places at the wrong time of year.  But seeing as the entire country is being yellow rained on,  just where is the right or wrong place for it to be raining?  Even sub-Saharan London is getting a tipping. There really is no winning with these panic merchants.

Oh and yellow rain alerts are real. Check out the met office website. Those of you with disgusting minds will automatically assume that yellow rain is something to do with poor plumbing on a busy Saturday in a Wetherspoon’s urinal. I don’t.