Irish commie gets dabbed on

We’re a nation of boring middles. Not that hot. Not that cold. Not really wet but not really dry. No crazy storms but no real seasons either.

Here in Britain I have clothes for literally every kind of weather - wool hats and gloves I wear ten days a year, light jackets I wear on a dozen evenings in the summer, waterproof coveralls I’ll need once or twice a season in Autumn and Winter. None of it is geared for the kind of extreme weather you’d get in the north of Canada, nor is it light enough for somewhere hot as frick like the Mediterranean. It’s all just… blah.

But in my nation’s defence, I’ve been to New York in the summer and winter many times and both are fricking miserable. New York is just as temperate as Britain, but the seasons go much further into the extremes of temperature and rainfall. Blazing heat and humidity in the summer, icy rain and snow in the winter. Miserable extremes are awful too.

And anyone who’s every visited Japan in summer knows how utterly miserable a city can be when heat and humidity are sky high. Tokyo has seasons, and both summer and winter are terrible. No wonder so much is made of the Sakura blossoms in Japanese spring - it’s the time when the weather is most bearable.

Britain’s weather is shit, but at least it’s boring, I suppose. I’ve never had my house threatened by bad weather. Brits STILL talk about the storms of 1987 when some tiles were blown off roofs like it was the apocalypse, because that’s the last time our weather did anything interesting.

Anyway, I live in Britain but personally I’m a fan of those hot and dry as frick American states that barely have seasons - Arizona and Nevada in particular. They look nice.