Workin’ and sunnin’ May 12, 2006Posted by BiB in Uncategorized.
So, anyway, I’m almost wetting myself with happiness these days, not that I’m bipolar, you understand. Yet I have been avoiding, funnily enough, translations about incredibly dull bits of machinery like the plague. But I’ve got a social duty to perform that will take up most of the weekend and so I’m on an enforced workathon. The people from the 100%-long-term-unemployment house are rubbing it in by sitting, at my expense – fuck, must do tax declaration by the end of the month. Fuck – and lording it on the sun-drenched side of the street. I will sit indoors all day, alternating between Schubert and Madonna, and try to earn a kopeck or two.
Anyway, why I began all this, and what I haven’t forgotten from previous summers, and without wanting to get too sexy, is the noted increased hormonal activity once the sun comes out. This is hardly surprising, seeing as folk are walking around with limbs and organisms flaunted all over the shop. Other bloggers, back on the island – Jesus, is there even sun there? – are having differing reactions to the increased exposed flesh. GSE is struggling with the exposed feet and recommends shalwar kameezes be worn at all times. Whereas Sex, Money and html begs to differ, and is pleased that all the totty has been released from seasonal imprisonment, unless it comes from Croydon.
Well, I am an Engländer. We are a Wintervolk, I suppose. And I suppose I should just put up with the 8-month misery every year. It makes the nice months all the more worthwhile. (Or should we all just move to California/Australia?) And, god, German men are good-looking.