Right. So, its summer again. Joy.
You know what? Other people in other countries have the sense to ease into the whole heat thing. First you have a pleasant, invigorating spring that heralds the warm summer months full of people enjoying days in the park and at the beach and blah. Just blah.
Over here, we don’t have any truck with the whole easing into it bit. Oh no! We jump from a cold winter ( cold enough to make early morning lectures hell to get to but not cold enough for me to enjoy snow) straight into barbecue night in hell (a.k.a summer in Bombay). Ugh. In case you’re reeeeeeeeeeeaaallly slow, I HATE SUMMER!
Ugh! Its hot, its humid, my hair curls even more than usual and the pool gets infested with annoying little brats who do nothing but splash and make a racket and seem to be laboring under the delusion that pool = toilet.
And as Leilani was kind enough to remind me, the weather is annoyingly fine in Wales.
Sigh. I love winter. Why can’t it be winter all year round?
If you try to tell me that we must have summer to better appreciate the winter, I will be forced to hurt you. Well anyway…..
Have yourselves a wonderful time, regardless of the weather whilst I drive everyone around me to commit ritualistic suicide by my incessant whining.

The Art of Exaggeration

I've only ever seen snow twice. So I suppose you can understand my enthusiasm on listening to radio reports expecting snowfall all over the UK. "I can't believe it's actually snowing everywhere in the country" said Claire on 'Flirty at 10:30'. I did see the snow this morning. As a matter of fact, I counted a grand total of 10 snowflakes. Yes... I counted. The rest of it was rain. It was an anti-climax, to say the least.

Having nothing better to do with my time, I started to wonder. Are all weather reports slightly exaggerated? Is it only the weather reports? Why is it that when I look for examples of exaggeration, I can't find them? Could this have anything to do with Murphy's Law? I did a Google search on 'exaggeration'. All I wanted to do was check and see if I got the spelling right. I love Google. Not only did it check my spelling for me, it threw up a definition and a bunch of quotes as well. Here are some of my favourites.

There are people so addicted to exaggeration, they can't tell the truth without lying. -Josh Billings.

Man is inclined to exaggerate almost everything- except his own mistakes. -Author Unknown.

Nothing makes a fish bigger than almost being caught. -Author Unknown.

(You can find these quotes and more like them at www.quotegarden.com. I included them in this post, because I needed to practise referencing... sort of.)

I wonder if life is less interesting without exaggeration. I'd have to conclude that it is. Anyone who's read Jerome K. Jerome's 'Three Men In A Boat' might agree with me. No... wait... they should agree with me.

Now I shall wind this piece up and spare you further confusion from this current bout of randomness. Not that this is very confusing. It's just exaggeration, you know.

A Man Walks into a Bar...

It's all about the pubs. Atleast that's what the student's union says. Everyone agrees with them ofcourse... even the 'Bellringing society'. I'll never understand the logic behind it. Why on earth would you want to go get yourself sloshed, if the only possible outcome is a hangover.

Not that I'm complaining, mind you. My flatmates, Pange and Sez, regale me with tales of random frootloops getting drunk and dancing around in circles. I'll never forget the time time when they accidentally walked into a gay bar. The bartender asked them if they were gay, to which Sez replied "Oh no! We're students." Well... that explains everything, doesn't it? Their problems were compounded further when she added that they were bi.

Half the student population here in Cardiff seem to be connected to the city clubs in one way or another. Take next door neighbour Steve, for instance. He's a bouncer. One of his pick up lines just happens to be "If you pretend to be my girlfriend I can get you into any club for free". Anyway... he goes bouncing every night from Monday to Friday and earns £ 8 an hour.

I do wonder, occasionally, what it might be like to work in a bar. If you ignore the long hours and blokes singing off-key renditions of 'Jerusalem' during rugby season, it might even be fun. They might even give free drinks to employees. Well... I'd better not let mum in on that little bit of info. She'd hit the roof.

Ah well... that's all I can come up with for now. Watch this space... or do something more productive. It could be a while before I update.