While I was sitting in my kitchen drinking coffee yesterday I became aware of being watched by a murder of very soggy crows on the wall outside in the rain
In a week of vicious political divisions let's all remember we're all BRITISH! In that spirit, here's a picture of some people tutting in a passive aggressive manner up to their waists in shit & mud at Glastonbury.
There's been a recent idea from the Met Office who are suggesting 'Members of the public are to be given the opportunity to name storms affecting the UK and Ireland.' with the Twitter hashtag #nameourstorms
Surely being British deserves something more...well, underwhelming? A squally shower called Derek? "Nigel' the disappointingly grey August bank holiday?
Wet night in Soho last night reminded me of the line 'The boys just dive right off the cars
And splash into the street' from Time by Tom Waits (very little relevance apart from that but it's always good to have context)
A (fighting) cat & dog rescued from a sketchbook left in a tent in a rainstorm - there is a moral here somewhere re. camping & illustration...probably. A memento of a particularly British summer.
Whilst anticipating English festival rain I was just reminded of the strange haunting oddness of the word 'cagoule' - surely a movie BEGGING to be made!*