the Frozen Neighbour to the North

What. The. F*ck?

This is supposed to be Canada. A country synonymous with snow. Where the National Sport is Ice Hockey. Ice Hockey. Where Polar Bears roam the lands. And where Penguins would join them. If it weren't for geographical restraints.

This has been blatant false advertising folks. Don't let them fool you, Canada is a tropical country! I'm literally melting from the heat. It's been a week now of 28C+ weather, and I haven't so much survived as existed. The worst part is, this is still technically SPRING!!! It's going to get hotter. People are taking great pleasure in telling me as much, anyways. As much as I asked how people didn't travel south in the Winter, I'm can't quite fathom how they didn't travel north in the Summer.

Seriously people, give me a snow flurry any day of the week.

. . .

And now, because it's too hot to think, which is needed to write, that is all.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Farmer Dave

As those of you who know me well enough know, I'm not a huge fan of gardening. And by not a huge fan, I mean I have about as much interest in nurturing plants and shrubs as I do in contracting Cholera. So you can imagine my reactions when Leigh-Ann declared last Christmas that she was applying for a community plot. Without going into the ins-and-outs of how and where we applied, but let's just leave it at: We got a plot. As it transpired, the plot is attached to my workplace, and as such, I have spent a reasonable amount of time, be it after work or during my lunch-break. I do what I can. Basically, I water it and try to not to touch anything that I know nothing about. Which is everything. And I mean everything. I've been telling Leigh-Ann for weeks that our Bean plants haven't been sprouting beans. Sure, they've got a lot of leafs, but no beans that I can see. She came down to the plot this last Thursday, for the first time in about a week. And harvested a good 7lb
Read more

Top o' the Mornin'

I'm not going to pretend that I was entirely looking forward to St Patrick's Day. It's different on this side of the world. For one thing, you're expected to work. And by work, they mean actual work. Not sit around with a hip flask of Jameson and pre-drink. So, I did. And when I was finished, I got on the bus and fell asleep, because that's just what I do on the bus home. I woke, as per usual (I have the timing down on this, by the way), as the bus was entering it's Express part of the journey. This is really where this post originates. A guy got on the bus, clearly dressed for a party and talking - nay, pleading - with his girlfriend. Apart from the whining - "b ut I waaaannnnnnaaa . . ." - I was particularly impressed with the guilt trip that he managed to lay on her by way of "it's just like Valentines Day" , and thereby implying that while Valentines is ALL about the girl, Paddy's is a free pass for the guy to get drunk and do wha
Read more

Dear Holland,

I know we've had some differences in the past. Wim Kieft shafted us badly some 22 years ago in Gelsenkirchin and sent you on your way to Euro glory. But I'll forgive you that. I'll forgive you all that, and the Maastricht Treaty as well. I'll even forgive you the fact that you have 2 names for your country, neither of which sound anything like each other and are slightly confusing to foreigners. I'll forgive the whole William of Orange thing as well. I'm sure that wasn't on purpose. And while we're on the subject, I'll even overlook the fact that you swear allegiance to the King of Spain in your national anthem. Or that you, at the very least, imply such allegiance. We'll pass by the whole wooden shoes thing. And the windmills. A country that flat can't really be relying on hydroelectricity for power, after all. Wind will have to do. The tulips? Okay, we'll move swiftly on. If that's how you float your boat, go for it. You see, tomorr
Read more