Christ, here we go again
So the Advertiser tells me to brace myself, as we are heading for November’s first official heat wave next week.
The Advertiser is predicting:
Greatest number ever, I’ll just let those words mill around in your head for a while.
Ever is a long time kids. It means we may beat our previous hottest November week in history:
I told Morgan Freeman the kind of weather we could be expecting this week, and he just sat there staring at me like this:
No shit. He just froze up for what seemed like hours, but must have only been about ten minutes or so. It was kind of awkward, and I ended up excusing myself and leaving the room.
Six days straight of 35+ degree days. Not that I’m all that concerned. I’ve been back home over a year now, and have acclimatized just swimmingly. The Australian sun has finally beaten the London out of my skin and 37 degrees doesn’t phase me like it used to. When I think 37C, I think beer gardens. I no longer think of hiding inside my refrigerator weeping like a sexually abused cucumber.
Though keep in mind we are still three weeks off Summer kids, and I very well may change my tune come December.
The Advertiser is predicting:
Today: 35CDuty forecaster Hannah Marsh (a pornstar name if ever I heard one) revealed that
Monday: 35C
Tuesday: 37C
Wednesday: 37C
Thursday: 37C
Friday: 36C
”if we only get to four days above 35 degrees, it will essentially be for the first time in more than a 100 years, but if we do get to five, it will be the greatest number ever recorded for November”
Greatest number ever, I’ll just let those words mill around in your head for a while.
Ever is a long time kids. It means we may beat our previous hottest November week in history:
I told Morgan Freeman the kind of weather we could be expecting this week, and he just sat there staring at me like this:
No shit. He just froze up for what seemed like hours, but must have only been about ten minutes or so. It was kind of awkward, and I ended up excusing myself and leaving the room.Six days straight of 35+ degree days. Not that I’m all that concerned. I’ve been back home over a year now, and have acclimatized just swimmingly. The Australian sun has finally beaten the London out of my skin and 37 degrees doesn’t phase me like it used to. When I think 37C, I think beer gardens. I no longer think of hiding inside my refrigerator weeping like a sexually abused cucumber.
Though keep in mind we are still three weeks off Summer kids, and I very well may change my tune come December.
posted by Beef at Monday, November 09, 2009
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