Clarkson on the Middle East. And Weather

The night of 11 April 1981 was dry and unseasonably warm. I know this because it was my twenty-first birthday. It was also the night of the Brixton riots. Then there was Toxteth and it wasn’t raining on the television coverage of that, either.

Aha, you might say, but what about the Russian Revolution? They also have rubbish weather so how did they get it together? Well, look at the dates. It began in early spring and it was all over by October. And when did the French storm the Bastille? It was 14 July.

Here’s a thought: the only reason the Arabs and Jews have managed to keep their nasty little war going for 50 years is because it never bloody rains. If the post-war powers had put Israel in Manchester, there’d have been no bloodshed at all.

6 May 2001

He has a point. There’s nothing like a bit of the inclement to cool the most ardent revolutionary. Take Manchester. Apart from every Saturday from August to May in the 70s and 80s when footie ‘fans’ set about each other, or the occasional fracas at Rowntrees Spring Gardens (only one in my case) the last real set-to was the Peterloo Massacre. And the date? 16 August 1819.

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1 comment… Add yours
  • Blognor Regis 8th June 2005

    Doesn't that great bit in 'Whatever happened to the likely lads?' where Terry describes foreign countries' populations in one word one country at a time, disliking everybody overseas, down south, in Gatehead, down our road, next door; evolve out of the initial premise that foreigners don't, erm, enjoy the same moderate climate that we do?



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