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| Biking to Bristol on Friday. |
Hello, rest of the (Northern-Hemisphere) world. How are you? Oh, what's that, you're hot? You're sweltering? Sweaty? Steamy? How strange that all of you are -
oh! Oh right. That's because, in the rest of the world (northern hemisphere),
it is summer.
Summer!
England has lots of great things. Lots of great music festivals, where I get to go, every single weekend of these few months, to another bunch of tents and food and fun in a field of mud for my "job." And people! England has people. Really impressive people, good-of-heart and stiff-of-lip who come out in droves to "have a good time" at these festivals, in their wellies and brightly coloured rain coats, camping in sodden fields and resigning themselves grumpy-contentedly to sleeping in dripping tents.
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| Priddy Festival, last weekend. |
England has good things like this. But it doesn't have summer. Let's be honest. We can't call this that. So, instead, I'm proposing a new term. For the season that would be (_should be_) summer but is, in actual fact, nothingbutrain and is, actually, prettymuchexactlythesameasthelastseason,andthenext. So: Wummer. Wet-summer. Would-be-summer. What-is-summer?
Wummer.
Not a summer,
but not a total bummer
Wummer.
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| Lushfest. Rainbow rainbow rain. |
