YOU POMS ARE OBSESSED WITH THE WEATHER
No we’re not, we’re just pig sick of it, that’s all. Hail in April, sunshine in December, you name it, we get it.
This is why we’ve never been world leaders in fashion. The aesthetic impact of even the most beautiful silk suit will be seriously undermined by the addition of wellies, galoshes or an anorak. As we have no dignity, the clothing industry supplies us with ‘humorous’ weather attire, such as umbrellas with eyes on top, or heaven help us, a sporting motif.
However, if you set your video to record any programme whilst in the UK, no matter what time of day, you will end up with a weather report on it. I now possess a collection of old videos with weather reports from the nineties. I didn’t actually set out to record these, but they are all there, whereas the programmes are long since taped over.
(As I’m writing this, I’m wearing five layers of thermals, a tutu, a sowester and spats. The last three items are nothing to do with keeping warm, I’m just inherently stylish)
