I doubt
it'll actually happen because the BBC and the Met Orifice are warble gloaming fuck buddies, but the running joke that the Met Orifice's predictions have become can only run for so long. For the Auntie Beeb it must be like reliving that Michael Fish 'no hurricane coming' remark just before the biggest storm for decades flattened half of southern England. Can Auntie put up with it indefinitely, even on the guaranteed income from the TV licences?
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