Meteorological Rejectors

Posted on 2004/08/23 16:55:13 (August 2004) by rob.

Wear the wrong thing and complain. Do it elsewhere.

A new breed of idiot has recently made itself aparent in Britain. The weather this summer has been particularly erratic. One minute sun, next rain. It's not normally like this but this weather has been happining like this for the past few weeks (or months). Unsettled. Unstable. Unsomethingorother. Other words beginning with Un. There are these fools who dress according to the season, rather than what is actually happening outside.

This idiocy is particularly prevalent in women who strut about is very short skirts and open cleavage tops while it is throwing a metric shitload of rain onto the battered earth. They strut about and have overtly loud mobile conversations with people called Cecile, Jerry and Franko, complaining about the lack of consistency in the weather. What are they talking about? It's been unsettled for 3 months! Is the fact that it's suddenly raining quite hard a surprise to you? Can you not string the weather of 90 days together to predit that predits are pointless? Can you not bring a bloody coat? It appears to be a type of blame management. They, being a modern woman, could not possibly have been wrong about their choice of clothes for the day but instead it is the weather's fault. Neither could they be wrong about buying a massive waderobe full of summer wear only to find that they can't wear it.

Gents are less suscetible to fashion and tend to wear more sensible clothes anyway. You rarely see a chap wandering about in shorts and a basketball vest top when the heavens have opened. They have less affinity with umbrellas, which are a godsend, so they are less than innocent.

If you wear the wrong thing today, think again tomorrow but please don't blame it on the damn weather.

I have to admit I was beginning to waiver a bit on being persuaded by your line of argument when you began to complain about women wearing short skirts.

However, lecherousness aside, I do have to agree. Imagine how badly the human race would have fared in it's pivotal early years if style had constantly triumphed over practicality in matters of clothing. How many neanderthaal men and women do you find, having died from exposure, whilst wearing an attractively crocheted but generally light and insubstantial cardigan? How many primitive hunter gatherers were eaten alive by sabre tooth tigers whilst trying to run away in high heels?

...and did the ancient Greeks prance about in short skirts and sandals?

Oh, er, actually they did didn't they. Right.

Posted by John at 2004/08/23 17:13:12.

But by the time the Ancient Greeks had come about, all the Conquering Nature stuff was well in the bag. (Well, you know what I mean).

Posted by tom at 2004/08/23 22:32:21.

Not so much of an issue with sabre tooth tigers, you're saying...?

Posted by John at 2004/08/23 22:34:44.

"...and did the ancient Greeks prance about in short skirts and sandals?"

I was led to believe that the ‘Bubble ‘n’ Squeak’ soldiers were often naked in battle and that homosexuality was encouraged in the ranks!

Posted by Karl at 2004/08/23 23:22:49.

John, you'd have loved Tonight with Trevor McDonald the other night. There were people who had retired to villages in Spain complaining that everyone spoke Spanish and English food was hard to comeby in supermarkets and was expensive.

In addition, one couple, who were still of working age, who could not speak Spanish were complaining that they could not find work.

Hello, McFly!!!

Posted by dsp at 2004/08/25 13:29:06.

You mean that shouting A LITTLE LOUDER didn't work? Bloody foreigners.

Posted by tom at 2004/08/25 18:44:11.

I would just like to defend the female of the species here. You blokes wear the same thing all year anyway. My husband wears shorts all year, only switching to moleskin jeans when the thermometer drops below zero. We ladies have different clothes for different seasons. We don't want to wear our winter trousers in summer - when else are we going to wear our linen trousers and strappy sandals? And to wear a sensible winter coat with our floral print skirt is simply absurd. So we dress hopefully. Hoping that the small patch of blue in the sky when we get up in the morning heralds a warm day. Hoping that we won't ruin our Manolos in the rain. To be a female in summer is to live in a constant state of hope that is almost continually dashed. That is almost certainly the weather's fault.

Posted by Alex at 2004/09/01 24:02:25.

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