The Weather

I’d hate to do a post about the weather. We all know that a conversation about the weather is a social signal pointing to someone who has nothing better to say, but I saw something on the news yesterday that made me laugh.

On the BBC 10′ o clock news was an report on how disappointingly grey it was this August. We had a heatwave in April and they predicted (again) that this summer would be the hottest ever. Instead we got the coldest August since 1993. I’m sorry but what were they expecting? This is the UK! I can’t remember the last time we’ve had an exceptionally hot summer!

Now Italy (where I’m going in two weeks) is another story. It’s reported to be a good 33-37 degrees in Cagliari this week, and it has no signs of dropping. I can’t wait for some beach action heheh :D.

–Edit–

I am aware that I posted a comment days earlier about how crap the weather has been lately haha. The difference between this situation and I is that this was on the national news, and the report suggested surprise! There is nothing surprising about bad weather in Britain. πŸ™‚

Bath, Bristol & York + Pics

So I went to Bath a week ago, with some university friends and the g/f. Funny, because I’ve always been putting down my friend JJ for bigging it up but it really is a lovely town, one of the nicest in Britain I’d say. It really is embedded in a deep rooted history of Roman-British culture and is wonderful to see. For one the houses are all legally supposed to be built with bath stone (though one cab driver said some builders get away with this with a percentage of both bath stone and other minerals, though the effect is the same) and consequently all the houses look bold and beautiful. Not only that but it looks as if the council tax there was actually spent on what it was meant for, cleaning and maintaing the streets.

On the last day we visited Bristol (which is only 10 minutes from bath on the tube). It seemed to parallel bath in a lot of ways. It looked nothing like it, more like south London with crappy office blocks everywhere. It however had another deep history, it’s always good to visit a 500 year old pub that Blackbeard used to frequent, the British leaning tower of Pisa, or… the largest Primark in the U.K.

Having just got into my Degree in the post I’m off to York for a couple of days for one of the g/f’s family shindigs. With that I get to procrastinate on what I do with my life for a bit longer.

Some pics after the break.

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