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caddymanGentle reader, the worst of all contingencies has come to pass.
My electric fan, the Punkah-wallah 2000 is no longer capable of exerting a cooling influence on my room. Operating at maximum velocity, it merely shifts hot air around the room. Far from wind chill, I feel like the Sunday roast in a fan oven.
And self-basting, to boot.
London was somewhere in the low 90s today. The Evening Standard was crowing the fact that intepid reporters who, in previous generations would have sought out Livingstone on the Dark Continent, had essayed the Tube and discovered the truly un-British temperature of 98F.
It has come to this: I have broken out and donned my shorts. Woe unto me and all that is civilized. That it should come to an Englishman wearing shorts outside the environs of the rugby field. But it is true, and it is the only way to gain a measure of relief without contravening a number of basic precepts of decency and dignity one hesitates to mention.
So, Bryan's army surplus legs are on display.
And what a sorry sight are these once fine pins.
Pale and freckly, they look rather too much as if carved from day-old porridge. And my scabby left knee (the recovering remains of the fall a fortnight back) looks as though I have knelt on a particularly elderly raisin.
Pass the knotted hanky. I cannot fall further so improperly attired.
My electric fan, the Punkah-wallah 2000 is no longer capable of exerting a cooling influence on my room. Operating at maximum velocity, it merely shifts hot air around the room. Far from wind chill, I feel like the Sunday roast in a fan oven.
And self-basting, to boot.
London was somewhere in the low 90s today. The Evening Standard was crowing the fact that intepid reporters who, in previous generations would have sought out Livingstone on the Dark Continent, had essayed the Tube and discovered the truly un-British temperature of 98F.
It has come to this: I have broken out and donned my shorts. Woe unto me and all that is civilized. That it should come to an Englishman wearing shorts outside the environs of the rugby field. But it is true, and it is the only way to gain a measure of relief without contravening a number of basic precepts of decency and dignity one hesitates to mention.
So, Bryan's army surplus legs are on display.
And what a sorry sight are these once fine pins.
Pale and freckly, they look rather too much as if carved from day-old porridge. And my scabby left knee (the recovering remains of the fall a fortnight back) looks as though I have knelt on a particularly elderly raisin.
Pass the knotted hanky. I cannot fall further so improperly attired.
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Date: 2003-07-16 05:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-07-16 05:59 am (UTC)Wouldn't want to frighten the horses.
Soon be Grouse season, what?
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Date: 2003-07-16 06:30 am (UTC)for the shooting party?
I blame it on all those years in Indyah...
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Date: 2003-07-16 01:50 pm (UTC)Standard attire.