Fuck Spring

In the last post I complained about the saturation of sunlight, and now I’m going to complain about the lack of it. Flippant contradiction makes for some fun reading, And there’s just nothing sexier than a Bi-polar blogger.

I repeatedly say that there’s no point complaining about the London climate, but the current Weather is pissing me off. Apart from a Blue Sky here and there, it’s been nothing but grey skies and drizzle for about a month now. It wouldn’t matter so much, except that this is the last month of Spring, we are a week off Summer, and the weather is SHIT. I dragged myself bloodied and bruised through a depressing Winter, limped out the other end scarred yet optimistic in March, and this was my reward.

A miserable Spring.

We should be experiencing blissful warm sunny days, and instead the streets of London are wetter than Aquaman’s undies. Fuck I hope some improvements are on the way. But for all my complaining, there are worse climates in this part of Europe. I hear Scotland get’s some pretty god awful weather (never been there myself). And I know from firsthand experience that Ireland can face God’s Wrath too.

I was in Dublin about this time last year, and boy did they put on some shitty weather for the Saint Patrick’s festivities. At one point I ventured out to do the only bit of sight-seeing on my list (The Guiness Factory Tour). I was in the line up for about an hour, as it rained, hailed, and snowed all at the same time (which I didn’t even think was meteorologically possible). It was a Sideways gale onslaught that relentlessly pelted myself, and the several hundred overweight Americans who formed the rest of the queue.

After about another ten minutes I loudly declared "Fuck Thi" but couldn’t finish the sentence because my mouth filled up with snow. I decided to give the whole tourist thing a miss, and instead holed up in a bar for six days, leering at women with my drinking partner "Mikey".


True story.