Thursday, July 23, 2009
FRYING TONIGHT
At the weekend I was reading about some posh bint who lived in a *rustic idyll* in a windswept outpost in the far, far west in the way that poshoes do, because they don't want to mingle with the hoi polloi or have contact with anything modern and therefore vulgar. Complaints were voiced about a power surge causing problems.
"Well, if you lived anywhere near to civilisation you would have an electricity supply that actually works. Still, that would be too easy, eh?" I thought.
Lo and behold - a day later our power went off - for around ten hours.
Obviously, God must have been carrying out revenge on me, and God is a poshoe. He was probably easing himself into a flowery Cath Kidston frock and waiting patiently for a bowl of soup to *heat through* for a couple of days on the Aga when He decided to blight ME with the inconvenience of not having TV or computer access and laying waste to food in the fridge (boo hoo).
Actually, we were very very lucky compared to the majority of people in Darford, Crayford, Erith and Orpington who were without power for a further couple of days. Because we live near to a fire station we were on a constant generator supply.
Obviously, these days most people are heavily reliant on electricity for most aspects of life, which would suggest that in the event of a power failure there would be some contingency plan in place.
Not so judging by the way the (privately run) company EDF have dealt with the problem.
Updates on the situation on the phone have been vague or - if you want more detail - online ... which means you have to have access to a power supply. Hmm ...
The fault occurred because vandals (or more likely, criminals who knew what they were doing) tampered with the locks on security gates at both ends of a power bridge. In other words - there wasn't really any sort of security, was there?
Ah well, if you were to attempt to steal a £1 t-shirt from Primark you would be wrestled to the ground by a burly security guard. If you attempt to have access to a prime source of power for 100,000 properties in a large area of Kent/Greater London then you can do so without being apprehended or fear of being caught. Such are the priorities of modern life.
Sigh, whatever happened to that good, old fashioned electricity that used to FRY KIDDIES ALIVE, eh? Them was the days ...
Labels: Bexleyheath, Cath Kidston, Dartford, electricity, Erith, God, Orpington, poshoes, power failures, public information films, rustic idylls, substations
