Weather , weather all together what’s it gonna’ do?
We don’t know so let’s just ask weather man Emu!
- EBC 1, Emu’s Broadcasting Company (Children’s TV: Late 1970′s)
I’m not sure if it shouldn’t be weather Emu Emu, but I’m not going to complain. I’ve got other fish to fry. (Mmm, trout with fennel on a bed of … well I digress.)
As most of us have been basking in glorious weather recently I thought it’d be nice to dwell on our obsession with all things weathery.
Apparently down in Devon, they’re not just clotting cream and whacking jam on scones, they’re busy building the mother of all weather predicting machines. It’ll be 30 times more powerful than the present weather forecasting computers. (Does that mean 30 times more liable to get it all wrong?)
To people, who this kind of fact-thing impresses, it has one PetaFlop of performance.
What the hell is that?
Sounds to me more like something that a rapid rush to the Docs. for Viagra may cure rather than something to boast about.
It fills two halls about the size of two football pitches. So obviously NOT something you’re going to just tuck under the desk.
As well as that it uses 1.2 megawatts of power. WOW! That sounds like something from the sixties where it took the electrical output of a small town just to produce a bank statement.
This beast should be available for derision, mockery and insurance claims by August. I can already imagine the cries of parents with their distraught children, trying to console their charges because of ruined kids parties.
“The bloody ’30x’ better forecast said it would be lovely!”
Likewise, I find it hard to believe that I won’t find myself sat on a beach somewhere in my waterproofs, hiding behind a windbreak, because I was reliably informed it would be scorching that day.
I think we should just leave it to Emu.