As the UK descends even further into terminal Drought conditions (see previous post for full run-down) I thought it best to take matters into my own hands.
I find that by staring at the accompanying image for 15-20 minutes every morning, I can stave off depressive urges, and the general impulse to trade what few meagre possessions I have for a one-way ticket to Florida, just like Rizzo in Midnight Cowboy. However I hope not to have to bludgeon a religious pervert to death with a telephone to raise the funds. Fingers crossed.
Of course, when I was a boy Summer stretched on forever. Swimmin' down the water-hole, fishin' with ma fishin'-pole, skinny-dipping with Betty-Lou an' fresh-caught catfish for tea....halcyon days.
Ok, so I watched the Adventures of Huck Finn on SkyTV this morning. That's about as near to a summer as I'll probably get here, so I can be excused.
Right, I'll stop talking about the weather now....right....about....now........
Godammit, it's hard to stop! I'll NEVER stop.....I'm a Brit, in Britain! There's a reason why we bang on about the weather constantly. BECAUSE IT'S SH*T!
ALL THE TIME!!!
Dammit, now the Ward-Orderly is looking at me funny...back to the online sunshine....