A land frozen out, people left in isolation and plotting to kill their neighbours for food and shelter, planning to burn all our books (except the Bible) and homosexuals for heat. Hoarding canned goods and wondering how long until it will be acceptable to form roving death gangs.
No I’m not talking about Brexit Britain, I’m talking about the cold snap we’re currently enduring in NI. Of course right now you’re probably thinking ‘A land frozen out… sure they’ve always been frozen forty years in the past over there.’
To that I would say, 'ha, up yours'. We actually have at least FOUR different time zones over here, duh: 1970’s, 1916’s, 1690’s and the dystopian future era of a DUP dominated Stormont that allows us to film Game of Thrones because they didn’t read the books in time to realise that there was a witch in it. And lots and lots of sex. Although the Bible is full of begetting so maybe they’re dead on with that sort of thing.
I’d predict however that as the DUP continues to cosy up to the Tories that it is only a matter of time until the Malleus Maleficarum is introduced to the curriculum in place of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, ‘science’ will be renamed ‘heretic studies’, and PE will be replaced with bonfire building. Letters in Irish to your gran in the Gaeltacht will first have to be coded through an Enigma machine to fool the purity monitors lest the Ministry of Thought drag you off to a nondescript concrete building on Rathlin Island to find out what you really meant by “I hope granda’s piles are better”. Meanwhile business studies will be irrelevant as you won’t need that kind of education to work in the dozen or so companies that bought the economy during the Brexit uncertainty. University placements will be determined by where your skin tone falls on UKIP sponsored colour cards.
That’s as political I’m getting as I haven’t been on Twitter in a few hours so I’m missing the latest reactions to the Irish Border Question as addressed by the EU draft Brexit document published today. I could probably guess: the Tories have no real solution that they can propose, the DUP are doing all the talking in the media, Jeremy Corbyn is trying to work out what he’s going to be accused of doing next, and the Liberal Democrats are sticking pins into a Nick Clegg voodoo doll.
Getting back to the cold snap Twitter has proved to be invaluable as receiving a reply from adult actress Nicole Aniston has effectively turned my bedroom into some kind of masturbation-powered reactor. Quantum particles have been popping into existence around my bedsheets so often that the Large Hadron Collider is now essentially an oversize Scalextric set that could be packed away into the Swiss secret mountain chamber with all the gold that mysteriously appeared in 1945.
Remember when they thought that the LHC would create a black hole that could swallow the Earth? Those were good times, and we basically decided we’d just turn it on for the craic. Then Dan Brown decided that he was going to educate everyone about anti-matter and threaten to destroy the Vatican. I’m not mocking… well, not really mocking. I’d rate Angels & Demons the second best of his books (Digital Fortress is my number one), I just felt he wasn’t giving people enough credit on the subject of anti-matter.
But then what would I know about what people really know about these concepts? Whilst my classmates were getting their first awkward fumbles in supermarket car parks I was at home watching Star Trek: The Next Generation and fantasising about an awkward fumble with Counsellor Troi. Probably why I sported a Commander Riker beard for two years.
Of course by now the call has went out to stock up on tea and biscuits as Barra Best wraps himself in a white sheet and stands atop BBC Broadcasting House chanting 'Hi ho hi ho, BBC weather yo' abuse at RTE across the road. He accepts that he's not impressive, hairy, or Australian enough to be Thor but Saruman is pretty badass too. And every man secretly wants to be as metal as Christopher Lee. I won't be making any other jokes about the white sheet because I’m giving American politics a rest.
Well, this post took a bit of a rambling journey, guess that’s me earning the name of the website. I’m off now to watch the survivalist documentary ‘The Empire Strikes Back’ so I’ll know what to do with my neighbours if the heat goes out.
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