Being British and living on this sceptered isle, I thought I would discuss something that is very appropriate to the national psyche as well as living up to our own stereotype.
Let us be frank here. 208 has not been a vintage year in terms of the local climate. Yes, everyone knows that Britain is a ainy place and London is a grey city, but this year has taken the piss.
I do not like the cold.
Summer is a brief event in London, but at least its warmth makes up for the dismal remainder of the year. But not in 2008.
And now it is winter. Freezing. Being England it is cold without the fun. So we get rain and sleet, but no snow to play with. Harsh winds that blow up off the Atlantic to chill the bones and ruin buildings, but no crisp fresh mornings to balance it out.
Another word for the British wether – crap.
Yes, it was a very miserable cycle ride home this morning…