I survived through working in a temperature of 95degrees.
The inside of my legs were so wet with sweat at one point I thought I'd lost control of my bladder and pissed myself. Which is a popular thing at the club, there are a lot of old people who drink too much and forget that it takes them ten minutes to get to the khazi.
Tomorrows weather is supposed to be just as hot. This is unheralded in Scotland. Summer in Scotland is supposed to be when the rain comes slightly from one side instead of straight down. We only have two seasons here for fucks sake, Winter and June. And what are we getting? Tarmac melting heat that has made everyone in Scotland think that global warming isn't such a bad thing.
But there is also a bad side to this weather. Skin cancer. That age old killer of the sunbather.
Now it turns out that Scots have no worries about that either if those wacky scientists are right about curry being a cure for cancer. The Scots people have always had an unnatural fondness for curry. So much so that a large part of the population have developed a skin color not too dissimilar from a person from India...
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Who, or what, is a Whazoo? Nice writing by the way. Real purty.
I assume that you mean the Grand Whazoo?
The Grand Whazoo is whatever power shapes and forms the universe around us. Call it god, yahweh, allah, vishnu, shiva, buddha, ganesh, the cosmic magnet, ohm, a higher intelligence, hal, IBM... Whatever. I call it the Grand Whazoo.
And thanks for the comments Cliff.
They are appreciated.
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