From: "AfPhantom" Newsgroups: alt.fan.pratchett Subject: [I] Let it snow... Date: Tue, 4 Apr 2000 18:35:06 +0100 Well, it has been another freezing cold day up there in Sellafield, West Cumbria; with frost on the ground, ice over the plutonium store and snowflakes settling softly like a whipped-cream topping on the bloody great big cooling-tower meringues that dominate the skyline. [1] In all this unseasonal wintry splendour - 'midst a backdrop of steam billowing from various vents and orifices in the ground from the cooling system - I was put in mind of a certain well-known song, with the following result... *** Let it Blow Oh the weather outside is frightful, There are guards outside with rifles, And the cooling tow'rs blocked with snow; Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow! The plant growth is slowly stopping And the fish are beached and flopping; But as long as the press don't know, Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow! When I finally leave the site How I'll hate driving home in the storm But, with isotopes down my tights[2] All the way home I'll be warm! The seagulls are slowly dying And my dear, the sheep are frying But, so long as our light-bulbs glow, Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow! *** Sorry to go all topical on you - I just couldn't help myself ;-) AfPhantom (three days left at Sellafield, and then awaaaaay!) [1] Ginderbread houses, pah! You should see what the *reactor* housings are made from - gingerbread'd be an _improvement_... [2] I don't *actually* wear tights as a rule, but any alternative would have meant abandoning the original rhyming scheme; something I am loath to do under most circumstances. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.