Wednesday, 23 June 2010


Sweet mother of Faz. It is so unbelievably hot today.
even the pool holds 30 degrees!!!!!
What's the point?
Don't really want to be the moaning pale chick who sits in a pond of sweat and fans herself with the Argos catalogue. I would rather be the Mediterranean style woman who laughs 40 degrees in the face and goes for a run.
If I attempted to do the latter I would most likely decrease my existence here on earth.
Nah, I wouldn't sacrifice the pleasure of moaning for a run. I will just sit here and sweat in silence.
Besides, I don't think Mediterranean women are all that sporty anyway. They mainly walk around in old rags and make pasta while singing old folk hymns which sound funny because they have none or very few teeth left. Then they go for a siesta with a bottle of wine. And when they eventually wake up they beat their lazy husbands with a stick, shout passionately, jump in their little Fiat (or donkey carriage depending on the location) and go for a spin around town.
I bet you they sweat too.



yours truly, Sweaty Moany

2 comments:

  1. Siesta with a bottle of wine...sounds like a good idea to me!! I think the gummy rag ladies may be onto something here, I mean who doesnt love to beat people with sticks!

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  2. if I wasn't so exhausted by the heat I would beat anyone with anything

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