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Not a Post About Films

Okay, nothing about films or telly or anything. Well, maybe Twister, which then means Bill Paxton will likely make an appearance.

As an Englishman I know weather. There are exactly 50,000 different types of rain in the U.K. From chubby, down-the-back-of your-coat rain to a thin all encompassing drizzle that soaks clothes then skin and finally infiltrates the very marrow of your bones where it whispers dark rumours of George Lucas coming out retirement to write and direct the next Star Wars films making your whole body involuntarily shiver with suicide.

This is not that. This makes my happy to live in the U of K. It also makes me think what it must have been like for the Pilgrims who travelled from here to there and thought is was very nice indeed until God decided to unleash a giant, screaming, sky hoover on them.

I also imagine Bill Paxton, Helen Hunt and a very young Jack Black careering after it in a crappy vehicle/vehicle for crappy CGI.

Jo: [cow flies by in the storm] Cow.
[cow flies by in the storm]
Jo: ‘Nother cow.
Bill: Actually I think that was the same one.