Monday, June 04, 2007
The Fencing Contractors Association, an august body - the members of its committee wear frock coats, wing collars and, on special occasions, gaiters, has soberly warned against panic buying in response to the desperate shortage of fencing panels. This crisis has been caused by wet summers and mild winters in Scandinavia (global warming - see!), building booms in China and Dubai and an export levy applied by the Russians as part of Putin's highly-successful programme to restart the Cold War. This story has not so far concerned me. I have no need of fencing panels and it is years since I bought a copy of What Fencing Panel magazine. But, on television this morning, I heard that the shortage will soon affect the supply of sheds. This is serious. Nige, my co-blogger, and I are of the conviction that we belong in sheds. A shed is a man's natural home, a place where he can quietly consider the mysteries of his predicament while pretending to do something important, probably involving plant pots. Nige has a shed and I do not. Thanks to Putin and global warming, that situation seems likely to remain unchanged for some time.
Posted by Bryan Appleyard at 7:09 am