I SURVIVED: The Freak British Tornado (and the suspect still running loose)

Screen Shot 2015-01-14 at 00.42.00A mini-tornado hit north west London this afternoon – causing damage to homes and cars. I think I summoned it. I was thinking very dark thoughts, in Harrow. Seriously.

I was writing in my bedroom, in my pyjamas if you must know, and yes, it was mid-afternoon but that’s the way I roll. Anyway, I wasn’t really paying too much attention to the world outside my window, UNTIL a major slew of hailstones threatened to break the glass. Seriously… I was tap tap tapping away at my new, very dark, slightly morbid (yet deeply emotional – ahem) story, when the world of Harrow seemed to match the one in my head.


There was the hail, then the blustering wind, howling with the ferocity of a pack of rabid bloodhounds. Cold, dark, grey, then black… so black I had to put the bloody light on. Then, quick as it had started, it ended. The sun came out, shining like nothing had happened.

Weird, I thought. Then I forgot about it.

Then I saw the news.

I do love the BBC article about it:

“Suspected ‘tornado’ destroys garage in Harrow”

It’s like… we can’t actually prove it was “tornado” so we’re not going to accuse him in case it wasn’t him.

So what do we actually know?

“Firefighters compared the freak storm to a “scene from the Wizard of Oz” as thunder and lightning struck Harrow.

Roof tiles were blown off houses and some cars in the area were damaged in the storm, witnesses said.

One garage in Grafton Road collapsed as hailstones and strong winds battered the street.”


Was this my fault?

I think so. I promise not to be so dark again, in the middle of the day, in my pyjamas. What a Harrow-ing day! (OK, god, sorry, you would’ve done it too.)

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