I know I sound like a complete grump, but this weather is the complete pitts!! So far this week, the rain has caused me to forgo a bizzarre sing-a-long (don't ask), watching the tennis at Wimbledon, having some semblance of exercise regime, and seriously inhibiting my ability to keep my tan on, literally. The days pass in a blur of miserable people and wet socks, and a mild condition of depression. On one such lovely days, the signal at Clapham Junction station was struck by lightning, meaning that my 12 minute journey home turned into a 90 minute palava, and my friend had to wait for me for over an hour!! To complete the package,as we walked to The Goat, I got completely drenched by a truck as it passed. I thought it was really funny, but several people around me weren't finding the humourous side of it; I geuss having a shower in the grime infested road waters of London isn't exactly the most ideal way to end the day. It is at times like this that I think back to the man jumping around in the giant balloon at the Burlesque bar last week and have a little giggle.
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