Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Its a Bit Damp, Old Boy

Doctor Foster went to Gloucester

In a shower of rain,

He stepped in a puddle,

Right up to his middle,

And never went there again.


We'd love to have you, but we simply can't accept any refugees from the slow submerging of the British Isles, even if you are a blood relative. Sozzers!

4 comments:

mainelife said...

Are any of your friends and family affected by this? If so, I hope things dry up and there's not too much damage.
Glad this global warming thing is all a liberal hoax....

weasel said...

Other than my little bruvva getting stuck in horrendous traffic on a flooded motorway (i.e. freeway) nobody has reported being unduly troubled by the flooding. I suspect that if they were they would be secretly revelling in it like most Britons. This sort of thing gives les Anglais what they love the most: a chance to complain while stoically pointing out how stoic they are being.

What is odd is that I'm from East Anglia, much of which is incredibly low lying and flood prone (its like Holland) and yet the east appears to be escaping unscathed. Quelle horreur- the future of the United Kingdom might lay with the raised bit of Norwich, up Gas Hill towards Mousehold Heath.

FlyingRodent said...

Of all the weird things - Southern England may be a habitat for trout and lobster, but I got sunburnt in Edinburgh today.

Beetroot, I am. Now that's irony.

weasel said...

Fear not FR, this man is riding to your rescue.

You poor wee bugger, I feel for your peeling sel'. I risk the same affliction everytime I leave the house outside the hours of darkness. I have found to my bitter regret that the British tradtion of one coat of sunblock applied in late June does not last for the whole summer.

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