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Friday, May 30th, 2003 02:12 amThe heat, the flies and those infernal drums.
The Summer (tm), dear reader, seems to have arrived. Le Soliel port son chapeau and all that.
London is hot and menacing at 2am. And it's quiet; too damned quiet. I don't like it. There's an oppressive heat over the city and the clouds are keeping it in. Of breeze there is nary a waft. Of rain, not a drop.
Even the insects are sweating. Not a pretty sight.
Up until twenty minutes ago, the Polish Brigade were doing something loud and giggly next door. It is now quiet. Ominously so.
I wonder what the little blighters are up to?
And the drums, Carruthers, those damned drums....
Update
A door has just opened and closed: there was a thundering of feet and some muffled laughter.
The pigmies, Carruthers, are out again and I fear for the Tyger.
The Summer (tm), dear reader, seems to have arrived. Le Soliel port son chapeau and all that.
London is hot and menacing at 2am. And it's quiet; too damned quiet. I don't like it. There's an oppressive heat over the city and the clouds are keeping it in. Of breeze there is nary a waft. Of rain, not a drop.
Even the insects are sweating. Not a pretty sight.
Up until twenty minutes ago, the Polish Brigade were doing something loud and giggly next door. It is now quiet. Ominously so.
I wonder what the little blighters are up to?
And the drums, Carruthers, those damned drums....
Update
A door has just opened and closed: there was a thundering of feet and some muffled laughter.
The pigmies, Carruthers, are out again and I fear for the Tyger.
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