Well, the weather’s warm again although I hasten to add not as warm as it was where I used to work and live. Where, on a heave workload day, you’d gag for it to be as cool as these hot days. With him thing big shiny beating down on us the torrent of ‘advice’ as to how to cope with him continues unabated. Stands back in amazement as the news states folk should not wash their cars as there hasn’t been any rain for a week...
A consequence of this prolonged period of fine weather, a topic I get the need to return to every time I venture out, is the increasingly outrageous choice of warm weather combat clothing favoured by us Brits and I have to wonder, again, if these brightly, almost clothed folk have mirrors in their homes. I have to conclude they don’t or they don’t know how to use one, as after adorning themselves in brightly coloured strips of cloth, just a cursory sidewise glance in one I’m sure would elicit an ‘Oh ho’ moment and they’d beet a hasty retreat to their boudoirs to redress just a tad less outrageously.
Man, I’m a sad old moaner.
Quote; Jane Austen.
“What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps me in a continual state of inelegance.”
4 comments:
There's no way you will catch me complaining about this weather, its the only chance I have of doing anything and we don't get enough of it. The warnings of doom about being out in the sun are lost on me, I've been a welder for 42 years and can get a tan in mid winter. It only takes about 6 seconds. The job also means that I feel the cold more than anyone else, due to working every night in such heat.
You have probably already seen it, but when it gets a little muggy at home I've built myself one of these and it works great.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ITtlxjvLQis
And there's nothing wrong with a 19 year old nymphomaniac dressed in a square inch of sheer nylon.. I'm going down to Santa Pod on Sunday for the summer nationals and am sure there will be plenty of those there.
Well said, Ripper. It's not many weeks since I was having to kick various nasty pieces of ordnance clear of their ice-prison before loading them on to the truck- I ain't complaining at all.
Well ... I was complaining a bit as I had to mop up with yards of elephant's bog-roll after my personal cooling system sprang a leak, soaked my singlet and threatened me with blindness as streams of salty fluid ran into my eyes. But apart from that and a recently re-acquired skill where I can drink a quart of tepid water without blinking, all is well.
Ripper, Caratacus,
As Kathy Newman would put it: So what you're both saying is I'm just a fossilized old lobster...
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