"We've Declared a Level-Three Heatwave Alert!"
So thundered the news from the Met Office this week.
It was like that scene from some Hollywood flick where the bad man declares some nuclear threat and the United States moves to DefCom4.
It's a BIT OF SUNSHINE for crying out loud!!!!! Geeeeeeeeezzzz!!!
People shiver in the pissing rain, especially in Manchester, for 50 weeks of the year.
A bit of nice weather is fantastic, not a reason for running berserk to the air raid shelters.
OK, it's a bit unpleasant seeing fat skinheads swigging beer from plastic cups with their T-shirts off or wid T-shirts saying stuff like, FUCK YOU FUCKING FUCK or Poiting downwards and saying..WANT BEER? TAP IS HERE!
But...But....but...there is plenty of eye candy to make up for it.
Yes, a few old dears will collapse (Tip: Take your duffel coat off, Love!) and the odd moron will leave Fido to bake in the back of the Volvo.
But all said, I kinda hate the hot weather as much as I love it. It isn't really fun to wake up in the morning when the sun is shining right on your face through the window and you are feeling frikkin baked. Even not that much fun for those who sat next to me at work as I drip sweat like a leaky tap, but bugger it. The lack of clothing makes up for it and after all...winter starts again on friday! :D
