With just days to go before we embark upon our much-anticipated escape to the British coast, and a weather forecast that's
While British summers may still be described as three fine days and a thunderstorm, it's more important than ever that we understand the mechanisms that cause the UK's hottest weather to be followed by its most violent thunderstorms.
After the past few months - or has it only been weeks - I'm looking forward to a boring summer. We've been on an emotional roller coaster: crazy, delusional people killed innocents and awful accidents destroyed lives, families, and homes; but on each occasion the British people rallied together to show each other how much they really do care.
As Brits there's nothing we love more than (being super underprepared for) the summer, we spend 12 months of the year banging
I gave the issue some thought once I'd got home. Rainy / muddy running was sort of my forte when I was in the army. I doubt we ever really went on a 'fair weather' jog, to be fair. And it was never really that bad. Or maybe I've just forgotten...
Ants. So many ants.
via GIPHY 11. Drunk Eating Suddenly no one can stop eating. Like a wedding buffet, but with less shame and more elasticated
The sight of a wasp/bee/hornet makes you convulse and scream on impact like a deranged psychopath. You add a can of Raid to your weekly shopping order and feel mighty powerful taking out half of the insect population with one lingering blast of the can.
Although uncommon, Summer-Onset SAD does affect some people, with symptoms opposite to those in the winter; sufferers can experience weight loss, insomnia, loss of appetite, and agitation at this time of year. Summer-Onset SAD is not as widely recognised as the winter form of the syndrome, but it is something that does exist, and people should be aware of it.
The middle of July heralded a very British weekend for me. Back to back it was hit after hit of everything I love about England - tradition, the celebration of 'the season', romantic and sometimes slightly twee events but they are all things I love.
I am not coping well with the heat. I am dewy, swollen and weak. As I can, I am recording my thoughts. I don't know how long I have left, so whilst I can lift my fingers to the keypad, I will continue to communicate. The battery in my hand-held fan is waning. As it loses power, so do I.
ADAM GRAY'S BARBECUED JERK TURKEY STEAKS Serves 8 Jerk turkey 1 turkey breast, boneless 1/2 bunch of fresh thyme 4 tbsp of
What's the moral of this story? The UK loves a good panic. More than that, they love a good panic over weather. Nothing is more headline grabbing than 'Met Office puts UK on heat wave alert as temperatures soar to 32C'.
Forecasters say the 'typical British summer' is returning, with showers expected into next week. After some belated hot weather
The warm weather in London is showing signs of breaking up - but it is hoped that conditions will be dry for the opening
Watching Bradley Wiggins and his glorious sideburns rocketing down the Champs Elysees this weekend, was a sight to behold. His victory, so comprehensive, he may as well have stopped to take a ceremonious wee on the Arc du Triomphe.
Sales of a "mood boosting" supplement have increased drastically because of the terrible British weather, figures suggest
Wimbledon fortnight is here again. We always hope for a sunny two weeks to watch our tennis heroes, but cloudless skies can cause problems for both players and spectators. Although not always the hottest part of the year, late June and early July is the time when the Ultraviolet light (UVL) part of sunlight is at its strongest.
Brits don't really want to be branded. A favourite pastime might be moaning about the state of our country, but woe betide any other nationality finding fault with our home state. We have the best of everything, and sometimes the worst (I'm thinking mainly about the weather, although you can take your pick from the economy, our teeth and all manner of other stereotypical issues) but it is ours, which counts for a lot. The past week has showcased that in all its glory.
Another festival, another corporate cluster bomb. Or not, as I discovered at the Secret Garden Party.