The collapse of EX L airlines and the stranding of thousands of sun-seeking sheep abroad, along with the fire in the Chunnel both combining with the worst summer on record highlights the uniquely perculiar plight of this sheep island.
The fact that we do indeed..... live sleep and graze, ON AN ISLAND.
On an island where the national flock is becoming increasingly trapped (penned).... and panic-stricken.
A familiar weather chart this summer, apt in every sense for a sheep nation going down the plughole.
The BBC, keeping the crap all chirpy cheerful under-the-wool carpet, as per usual.
... not only by the atrocious weather but by economic conditions. The first European country to go into recession, the value of Stirling dropping like a freshly bolted sheep in the slaughterhouse against the euro ( how long now 'til the Pound/Euro? )
Of course all this gloom is music to the floppy ears of top dog Gordon Frown... he can blame his dour performance totally on world economic conditions. The soaked flock is distracted and running every which way to escape economic events overtaking them, while Gordon laughs his way to the next election, the spineless Labour MPs as always looking after their own butts ( seats) first. The country can go to hell in a handcart.
And it looks like it will, with hardly a sodden bleat of protest in earshot.
M.St.M