You can add this guy to the Delingpole, Tim Blair Telegraph file...Fucking Awesome:
When pressed on the particular (climate) outlook for the British Iles, Professor Sutton shook his head, moaned eerily unto the heavens, and stuffed his fingers into the entrails of a recently disembowelled chicken, bought fresh from Waitrose in Teignmouth.
Hurling the still-beating heart into a shallow copper salver, Professor Sutton inhaled the aroma of burning incense, then told the Telegraph:
"The seven towers of Agamemnon tremble. Much is the discord in the latitude of Gemini. When, when cry the sirens of doom and love. Speckly showers on Tuesday."
H/T WUWT
