Storm Warning, Old Chap: How Britain’s Met Office Quietly Runs the World’s Weather—and Our Last Illusions
The Met Office—Britain’s national weather service—has quietly become the planet’s most politely apocalyptic oracle. While other countries rely on satellites named after Greek gods or billion-dollar AI models trained to predict an Instagram influencer’s next detox tea, the Met Office still opens its bulletins with the dulcet reassurance of a vicar announcing the rapture: “Scattered…
