British Weather
Those who perceive the British weather in a series of myopic delusions are stoopid cunts aren’t they?
Now that winter is here, every five minutes people are going to be harping on about that imminent snowfall that’ll make the country look like Santa’s north pole.
Three millimetres of icy slush will settle and the whole workshy country will have a day off school and work. Apparently people can’t drive in the snow. Hardly Swiss snowdrifts though are they? It’s just a bit of oily slush.
The reality of course is a never ending misty drizzle that permeates everything. So bad in fact that nobody will even go outside. Every dog in the country is taking a shit on the lawn because their owners can’t face a bit of rain. Fucking pussies, it’s been raining for thousands of years here, you’d think we’d be taking it in our stride by now.
These same people will be the first to start wittering about the mythical Indian summer during the April rains.
Fucking deluded cunts.
The same ones who actually think a bit of wind coming in from the Atlantic constitutes another alphabetically named storm. Or a bit of an icy breeze necessitates an entire sentence.
“Beast from the east” my fucking arse.
Why must we all pretend things are all so much more dramatic than they actually are?
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