Monday, 28 May 2012
African rain rhythms and sacrificing Corgi’s on the sacrificial alter of Westminster abbey
Today started like it was going to be a bit cooler we are cheered and waved flags. Now you might be thinking waved flags, who has flags to hand just to wave because it is not very very very hot. Well remember in just a few days time Britain will be involved in one huge overindulgent street party where we will all eat soggy sandwiches and damp hog roast because of the torrential rain. So all the international readers I can now hear thinking WHAT RAIN? Have you not complained about the heat for at least a week, yes I (We) have, but plan an important outdoor event and it will rain. And then the international readers will be confused because we will all complain it is raining and why couldn’t it be nice for once when we plan a street party. This you see it classic British grumbling at its best, and why we hate and love the weather.
This is what Heavy Harry & Sooty the Cat do when it is very HOT
Anyway after a short time of cheering and waving flags it became very very hot again and everyone wilted and grumbled because it is very very hot and it will rain at the weekend and ruin our street parties and it is all the queens fault. She should be sacrificing Corgi’s on the sacrificial alter in
abbey or where ever it may be. I’m
sure that’s what the Vikings did and it never rained on their hog roast. Westminster
The Ghost Writer made the mistake of going to the grey office with the windows that have been bolted shut by the health and safety man who is convinced that everyone wishes to leap out of the window. As the Ghost Writer says until they bolted the windows shut everyone was happy but now it is so hot in the office that everyone wants to leap out of the window. This apparently is a classic ‘Catch 22’ situation where if you allow the windows to be opened it is cool and the workers are happy, but they could jump out of the window. However bolted closed the office boils and everyone wants to jump out the window but they can’t. If they could then all twenty two of them would jump and the fire brigade would have to catch them, thus the saying Catch 22.
I have spent the evening on the back patio watching mayflies and playing African rain rhythms with my drumming colleague so that we can complain it is raining rather than complain it is hot,
Finally I would just like to wish my blogging friend Mr Bumferry Hogart. in his effort to beat the world record for wearing paper hats in lots of different places all at the same time. I think he has to explain all, on welsh television which is tricky because Mr H doesn’t understand it either.
Not sure I have time for any cultural Olympian tonight…….. I hate the Olympics now and they haven’t started yet, and its going to rain.