Thursday, June 23, 2005
Oh, yes there are
I stand corrected, there are mosquitoes (which is the correct spelling, I got that wrong too) in the UK. Over 30 different species apparently but only the females bite. Yeah, that figures.
Andrew Begins
Hmm, what's that? Haven't done an entry for a long time? No, no, no...yes, you're absolutely right. Never mind though, it's not like anyone's reading it is it?
It's hot here. And when I say hot, I mean Roy-Castle-frying-eggs-on-a-rock hot. The English race is a strange bunch when it comes to coping with unexpected heat. It's nudging 90 degrees here and while some dress appropriately in light coloured loose clothing, others choose to just take clothes off and parade down the High Street in simply a pair of short shorts. My god, we're a pale, pasty bunch of individuals, how we managed to conquer most of the hottest countries on the globe I'll never know. Having said that, even now there's always someone who simply ignores the heat and continues to wear a coat and scarf, we are a fascinating if worrying race.
We spent last Sunday sitting in the garden which was a lovely day but we're unfortunately paying the price now, we've all been chewed up and spat out by some vicious insects. My feet in particular must've been delectable and I can hardly walk now. Where did these bastard things come from? We're in England for God's sake, we don't have mosquitos do we? Or Tstse flies, or scorpions or hyenas or anything else that could've caused these bites. Is this another result of global warming? Toothy insects losing their way?
It's hot here. And when I say hot, I mean Roy-Castle-frying-eggs-on-a-rock hot. The English race is a strange bunch when it comes to coping with unexpected heat. It's nudging 90 degrees here and while some dress appropriately in light coloured loose clothing, others choose to just take clothes off and parade down the High Street in simply a pair of short shorts. My god, we're a pale, pasty bunch of individuals, how we managed to conquer most of the hottest countries on the globe I'll never know. Having said that, even now there's always someone who simply ignores the heat and continues to wear a coat and scarf, we are a fascinating if worrying race.
We spent last Sunday sitting in the garden which was a lovely day but we're unfortunately paying the price now, we've all been chewed up and spat out by some vicious insects. My feet in particular must've been delectable and I can hardly walk now. Where did these bastard things come from? We're in England for God's sake, we don't have mosquitos do we? Or Tstse flies, or scorpions or hyenas or anything else that could've caused these bites. Is this another result of global warming? Toothy insects losing their way?
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