The Day Before Yesterday Meets The Day After Tomorrow

One of the more curious theories involved in the whole global warming thing is that it's supposed to make the climate get colder because it causes oceanic desalination.

Which makes one wonder, where do the salts that the oceans lose actually go? I only ask this because, where I live, it certainly hasn't gone on to the bloody roads.

My dad has told me that his street has suffered from incidents of grit-banditry. GRRRRR...Grit-banditry, the act of removing grit from gritbins in one street for use in another street which has gritbins of its own, is as heinously selfish a form of middle class antisocial behaviour as driving up to a privately hired skip and just dumping your rubbish in it. Those who commit such depredations should be forced to wear signs bearing the words 'I am a grit-bandit' round their necks while being compelled to clear ice from streets whose grit they have stolen, preferably at taserpoint and under the supervision of the most brutal warden in the Russian prison system; before having all the neighbourhood's trash dumped on their lawn. Some people seem to think that the mere act of moving to a sandstone villa somehow causes them to ascend to a plane of existence where their neighbours have no rights, and where the older ones, you know, the most fragile ones, can just break their necks on ungritted pavements, their corpses presumably to be dumped into a skip (not your own, of course) at some later date; but Glasgow's western marches have always produced a slightly better class of ASBO-bait.