Jesus. H. Christ.
There's times when I realise that the payoff for Manchester's constant drizzle is never having shit like this happen.

I once drove through the immediate aftermath of a tornado. On one side of the road, every single telephone pole had been snapped off at the base, and were laying on their sides, in a nice, neat row, for the space of about a mile. On the opposite side of the road, was a 70-car freight train, laying on its side, with every car in perfect alignment. It looked like a little kid had got bored with his toy train set, and kicked it over!