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"I don't think we're in Kensal Green anymore, Toto".

There are certain things in life that just don't happen:

Children will never come into a classroom in my school and sit down quietly.

Vegetarians won't suddenly be swayed by a McDonalds ad to bite into that oozing cheeseburger.

No-one will ever be interested in talking to the nerd who walks into the party and announces that he's just got a cracked copy of Office 2007.

And Tornadoes don't suddenly appear in suburban North West London streets.

Well, you wouldn't thought it would you - until it happened yesterday morning.

I mean, what the hell. Where did that come from? I've heard of freak weather conditions but tornadoes in Kensal Green? Why Kensal Green? Why not the vast open spaces of Hampstead Heath? Or the flat land that consists of Norfolk?

But Kensal Green???

Now, please don't get me wrong. I don't have anything against Kensal Green. It is a perfectly habitable neighbourhood. It's just that....it doesn't seem right for a tornado to target this particular pocket of London.

Maybe Dorothy was right.
Toto does have all the answers.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I was completely blown away (pardon the pun) when I saw this story on the news last night. Tornadoes belong here in Mississippi, NOT in London.
The Scribbler said…
Yeah, we thought so too!

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