On the night that Michael Fish gave his famous forecast, gently mocking a lady who had called in to say that a tornado was heading for England, I was working on the final drawings for an architectural project for my BA in Architecture. I worked through the night, as the next day was when the final design was going to be judged.
I was in Maida Vale, London. In the morning, I rolled up my presentation, put it in a carrying tube, and started cycling to the University opposite Madame Tussauds. On my way, I had to stop many times and lift my bike over the fallen trees. I was so tired from the work that it was only after I had climbed over the third tree that I suspected that life was not normal.
- it would be great to see a video of what actually happened.