Waiting for Christoph

Actually, I think he [it] may have arrived. Just this minute.

Time was, when storms all had female names. Just the weathermen's harmless little joke. These days the weather-men aren't men, necessarily, and I've no problem with that. We've even got a spectacularly gay young Welshman to explain the isobars to us on our local BBC North West, and he's brilliant.

Christoph is the 3rd storm this winter, and there are reports of flooding in all the usual places. It was Mytholmroyd in the news this morning. Manchester weather is its usual boring self, so far, though temperatures have rocketed to 11C, which is June-like. Well, almost. A bad June.

The first two storms were called Aiden, which hit us in late October, and Bella, who was an unwelcome Christmas guest. The next one will be Darcy. But this thing with the names got me thinking....

If it's offensive to give storms female names, how can a café known to me be allowed to display a sign which reads:

GROW YOUR OWN DOPE
Plant a man!

The photo was taken in Heaton Park. I was going to walk round the lake, but then the rain came bouncing down, so I never left my car.