I’m going to have my little moan about the weather. I was in North Wales last week and it was pissing it down. Now I’m back in England and my face is melting. I prefered the rain.
There’s a guy in my office how says stuff like this every day as it nears lunchtime…
Today he said he was so hungry he could “sup the pus from a dead dogs eye”. Sets you up for lunch no end.
Not quite the same league as Jjimm’s, but thought I’d share it.
‘how’ should be ‘who’. At least I typoed an anagram of the word.
A friend of mine from Co. Antrim, on describing a pretty lady, says “I’d buck her 'till I was pumping blood”.
Clearly I have some stiff competition.
I say Messiah, this is Boo Boo Foo from Paradise Point on the Gold Coast. Coldfire and I have had a few charming chats recently. Would you care to tell Coldie and the crew how nice it is up my way? I live on the waterfront just near the Runaway Bay Marina.
Dreadful winter we had here. I actually had to put some socks on some nights when I sat out on the balcony having a drink.
By the way, where’s home on the Gold Coast for yourself Messiah?
It’s going to get up to 86F/30C here in Maryland today. It’s been a weird summer (rained all of May and part of June). I’ll admit to being a whiner: I don’t like spending long periods of time outside in temps above 80F/27C (if not in water) or below 40F/4C (that is, barring physical activity–I’m okay with skiing or early-season lacrosse practice).
:dubious:
Uh-huh.
Wasn’t the liquid atmosphere a bit of an inconvenience?
You’re all wrong!
There is only one correct weather for England. It has to rain lightly for an hour before anyone gets up in the morning. The day should be sunny 85 degrees with fluffy white clouds and a blue sky. There should be a gentle breeze. A Turneresque sunset followed by three good hours of twilight, then a cool night with a gentle warm breeze.
Anything else just isn’t good enough, and requires a jolly good complaint.
That, Bippy, is so fucking true.
It rained tonight. For about 30 seconds or so.
It’s 2 AM, and it’s 28 degrees in my study. 84 in Fahrenheit, I do believe. Can’t seem to cool the place down at all.
Fans seems to be sold out all across the city.
Beer is a necessity. Cheers.
Almost, you’re missing Spitfire climbing way above the South Downs and the climax of the cricket match in the middle distance – not to mention the post-match, twilight trudge along country lanes to the village pub. Apart from that, spot on!
55 KELVIN? That’s -218 Celsius or -360 Farenheit! You’ve gotta be kidding me.
Coldie and crew, it’s very nice up Boo Boo Foo’s way.
Boo Boo Foo,I’m just a (few) stones throw(s) away, in surfers, usually sat at the bar (any bar).
Messiah, I’m very keen cyclist. I ride from home down to Currumbin and back each night after work. I promise to keep an eye out for an internet addicted bar fly as I go along the Esplanade this evening.
See, with advantages like that to the hot weather I really can’t understand why people are complaining. Anything that makes beer a necessity cannot, in any way, shape or form, be construed as a bad thing.
Well it’s 30 C here today, or maybe 31, about as cool as the day temps get in the winter. Later in the year it may reach 33-35, about as hot as the day temps get in the summer. Aint life a bitch in the tropics?
Um - hello? Where’s the steam train?
Not to mention the old maids cycling towards the church bells of evensong; The tombola; the guess the weight of the pig stand and the beer tent selling beer in pastic glasses (with a wasp in it).
(and the huge wicker man for burning strangers).
AND the vicar announcing the results of the cabbage-growing competition over a squeaky tannoy; the Bouncy castle; the maypole dancers; the thugs selling knocked-off CDs from the backs of their cars.
The WI tent selling home produced produce and jams. Which you buy and get home before remembering that your own mother is in the WI and you have just paid good money for your own mother’s jam, which you have cupboards full of.
The Boy’s Brigade band playing Colonel Bogie in a way that would make you volunteer to build the Bridge over The River Kwai to escape it.
A big shiny steam traction Engine or steamroller (note - never both).
The Army recruitment tent (has anyone ever joined the army at a village fete?)
The Red Cross tent full of sunburned children, and lost children who’s parents are to busy drinking waspy beer to have missed them.
Morris Dancers; which being the main cause fior drinking waspy beer.