Each and every year. Someone will always make the point that British summer is rubbish. This is not exactly news. It's like saying that John Travolta is rubbish or that Gordon Brown doesn't make a mouth like a blow up love doll every odd sentence.
Each and every year, the British summer IS shit. You get a few weeks of sun, ice cream, Mungo Jerry, flip flops, shorts, sun lotion, sweaty arse, B.O., Cider with ice in it for no reason, mowing the bleeding lawn and women coming to work like they are heading to the beach whilst men wear shirts and long trousers. But, as I sit here at work, watching the rain pour down over Hove park, I hear complaints about the summer being shit again.
There is only one thing the British weather does do well, that is raining. It seems to just love raining. So, the fact that it is raining at all should not seem a surprise, more of a return to normality. If we just take a wet spell as normal service, anything else is a bonus. After all, it is good for the roses, ducks, geese, swans, dogs, cats and water butts.
In more exciting news, my Compu-TORR (The bastard son of WOPR from War Games and the computer from Superman 3) has now changed status on the Dell website from estimated delivery of the 31st to "Your order has been sent for delivery". This is an exciting prospect and I am seriously hoping it comes before Wednesday. Reason being that my wife is a super I.T. person and I am, well, not. I have all sorts of things I have to plug in and sort out with Compu-TORR, most of which I dont know how to do. It is a race against time, or you could say, against evil. This is very much like getting a bomb diffused before it goes off. Well, only in the way it isnt at all.
Please Dell, dont let me down, lives are at stake.
Drove a car again yesterday. Was good to see I still gots it. With all my thoughts of dread and fear of piling into someone or a tree, the fact that I can drive at all gets lost in the mix. It is something I have been meaning to do on and off for 15 years, so to be actually able to drive out on a proper road and dual carriageway, is no small thing for me. Not that I am bragging or anything, I mean, if I were to brag about being able to do something, it wouldn't be driving, it would probably be pottery, that is a mans game.
All I need now is to buy me that Austin Princess, a dream of a ride.
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