In the event of a nuclear disaster or terrorist attack, the UK government plans to warn me via a text message on my mobile phone. It is intended a new alert system will steer me away from danger and tell me where to get help. That’s all very well, but unfortunately I live in a valley where there is little to no mobile phone coverage, thanks to a group of local do-gooders who vigorously campaigned to get rid of phone masts. So, should a natural or manmade chemical, biological or nuclear disaster happen my way, it looks like I will only get to hear about it when my breathing becomes laboured and my eyes pop out of my head. I shall remain in the dark unless my idiot cousin Jeffrey can train his racing pigeons to carry messages to me. I’m not holding my breath! So far none of Jeff’s birds have ever made it home, so there’s little chance they’ll ever make it to my home! “Sorry, no service!”
*In the event of a nuclear disaster, is factor 500 sun screen sufficient to protect my oh so soft skin, and am I likely to lose the freckles women find so endearing?