Anyone who claims to enjoy the current weather whilst living in a city, is a damned liar.
Or mad.
Or Both.
I can just about see that there might be an attraction to it if you are out in the countryside, surrounded by lush greenery and shady trees. Or under a shady brolly on a beach somewhere with cooling sea breezes and a flagon of Pimms.
But in a city? I think not.
Walking along Victoria Street, no one really looks happy, yet many have those smiling faces with glazed eyes that suggests that they feel they ought to be enjoying feeling their brain sizzling like an egg in a Teflon pan.
And then there's the radio weather moron who wittily quips about the 'glorious' weather and how it will be here all week and how we are all enjoying it. Proof indeed that the air-conditioned idiots of broadcasting are truly detached from reality. These same grinning apes are those who read the news that tells us of rail speed restrictions because tracks are warping, of 100F and greater temperatures on the Tube, of water rationing, of hose pipe bans, of record air pollution levels and ozone depletion brought on by the heat. Increased asthma attacks and other chest complaints, hay fever and other allergies. Insect infestation, road rage, queue rage, heat haze, heat stroke, dry wall, dry grit, dry dust, dry mouth, wet skin, sun block, sun stroke, sun burn.Red eyes, red heat, red hot, red zone.
Hypertension.
Pass me the machete. I'm going out to cull the herd.
