Musings from the Merse
Friday, June 02, 2006
Summer is a icumen in.
Although we fo not suffer the same heat as London nor its pollution it is really warm by Norn Iron standards. On the Golf Course (my only mention) I had to remove my RCD-strike-terror-into-other golfers-sweater-with- posh -badge and play in short sleeves. Others were more liberated with their shorts and no socks (against the rules as laid down by the Golfing Fathers-'Dress Code for Gentlemen Golfers although not so serious as tucking trousers into socks or bicycle clips or wearing logoed T-Shirts) and worse shorts and no shirt-a crime against humanity. But it is that time of the year again. And in Newcastle come June there is no difference between week day and week end congestion. To do day the heat is too strong for the trippers reading their papers in the discomfort of their own ovens-so it is out of the car, off with the shirt, a large cone and read the paper in some shady nook. If the light wind dies we will have cases of heat exhaustion, drink dependency, ice cream running out and most novel of all people sitting en plein air on the pavements sipping liquids a la belle France. There may even be topless swimmers-that occasionally happens elsewhere in the Province and in one case a lightly clad lady had a couple of ASBOs slapped on her.
One for each boob.
Although we fo not suffer the same heat as London nor its pollution it is really warm by Norn Iron standards. On the Golf Course (my only mention) I had to remove my RCD-strike-terror-into-other golfers-sweater-with- posh -badge and play in short sleeves. Others were more liberated with their shorts and no socks (against the rules as laid down by the Golfing Fathers-'Dress Code for Gentlemen Golfers although not so serious as tucking trousers into socks or bicycle clips or wearing logoed T-Shirts) and worse shorts and no shirt-a crime against humanity. But it is that time of the year again. And in Newcastle come June there is no difference between week day and week end congestion. To do day the heat is too strong for the trippers reading their papers in the discomfort of their own ovens-so it is out of the car, off with the shirt, a large cone and read the paper in some shady nook. If the light wind dies we will have cases of heat exhaustion, drink dependency, ice cream running out and most novel of all people sitting en plein air on the pavements sipping liquids a la belle France. There may even be topless swimmers-that occasionally happens elsewhere in the Province and in one case a lightly clad lady had a couple of ASBOs slapped on her.
One for each boob.
Comments:
Sort of an ASBO slapper then ;-)
I wonder if Sheriff K of Duns has any ASBOs to deliver in the same fashion?
I wonder if Sheriff K of Duns has any ASBOs to deliver in the same fashion?
Perhaps the reason for his surprised appearance in the photo is that he just received an ASBO himself unexpectedly.
Well whatever the reason for his expression in the photo, something unexpected had clearly taken place.
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