WHAT on earth is a ‘weather bomb?’ I have been asking myself this a few days now and come to the conclusion it is another name for some bad weather.

In fact, it is not a name for some bad weather - it is just a bit of wind and rain.

We British love to make up new scary names for natural occurrences.

It is December - what do we expect?

The powers-that-be are trying to prepare us for the worst weather ever.

But what actually happens? Yes, there is a disruption and but, unless you are living in an exposed part of the country, nothing is really going to happen.

Nothing ever happens, that’s why.

‘Weather bomb?’ I was expecting some sort of huge explosion in the sky.

What’s next? Blaming this weather bomb on ethnic minorities or migrants? That would make the story a little juicier.

What is the point of trying to scare the pants off everyone for a few days?

In the coming weeks we may well get some wild and windy weather but I guess we’ll all find a way to survive. It may come at a cost but can we stop making out that the world is going to come to a standstill?

It seems that silly season has come a little later than normal.

Last weekend while driving along Wensley Road, in Blackburn, I was stopped by a bloke who was a little worse for wear (ie drunk) and wanted a lift down the street.

“Can you drop me off further down the road,” he said. “It’s hailstoning”.

He then proceeded to pull £2 out of his pocket and plead with me to give him a lift.

I was little hesitant at first, of course, but he seemed a nice enough chap “Look, keep your money where do want to go?” I asked him.

He got in and we drove for 10 seconds. Yes, 10 seconds. To walk that distance would have taken less than half a minute.

As he was getting out he offered the £2 again. I told him to keep the money just watch his step. He then dropped a pound behind the car seat by mistake on his way out.

With a shake of the hand he was gone.

It is the season to be merry - and helping one’s neighbour, I suppose.