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The thing I hate most about the heat is...

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08:04 / 03.07.06

1. the way night of sweaty sweaty sleep makes the wax in your ears all gungey.

2. the way colleagues come in all brown going 'wow, isn't it fantastic, I slept on the beach!' when I basically feel like I could faint any minute.

3. just wankers whingeing about how hot it is when it's only the first time in a year that the weather's been pleasant enough to say 'heckuvva day' to your neighbours and mean it.

08:08 / 03.07.06

But aren't you just whingeing?

I actually quite like hot weather, but the way everything seems to be awake at night is not good (see here).

08:28 / 03.07.06

It was 44C (113F)in Sydney on new year's day this year. We were in a flat with no AC and I spent the day thinking the heat was going to split my head open... Funny thing is, I'm so cold at the moment I can't imagine, now, what it felt like! Bring on summer, it's freeeezing over here...

08:29 / 03.07.06

But aren't you just whingeing?

fucking hell, not much gets past you does it?

All Acting Regiment

09:19 / 03.07.06

Ahh, heat. We have an ice cube making machine. Bags of 'em on your body. Groovy.

11:17 / 03.07.06

...misjudging it.

Nice morning, local client, "Ohhh, I'll walk."

Beads of sweat, concern...perfectly groomed client, patronising smile, floods of embarrassment. Feel tiny.

11:51 / 03.07.06

No need to be "bloody english" about it to yell at the Sun, trust me.

As Portuguese as I may be, the way that the Sun leads to excessive sweating as soon as you step out of a building, which in turn leads to a messy head, which in turn leads to stressing over heat, which in turn leads to nervous sweating... well...

Ice ages don't sound that bad.

12:00 / 03.07.06

I hate the herring gulls fucking and fighting loudly throughout the night, and I hate the seventh floor with no AC too. Tiredness + Heat = Grouch.

12:06 / 03.07.06

Tiredness + heat + work = mega grouch. It wouldn't be so bad if you could sit at your desk, naked from the waist down, but they won't even let you do that. What's the world coming to when modesty trumps common sense, eh?

13:00 / 03.07.06

Yeah - wearing a suit at work even with dodgy AC seems so counter productive in my mind.

The thing I hate the most about the heat is the lack of sleep. It's so hot and your usual snuggling down under the duvet is interupted by this summer heat.

I also hate the preponderance of school trips near my vaguely touristy place of work.

14:07 / 03.07.06

That, and when I'm at work, everyone outside the window seems happy and tanned and attractive and I just want to be outside, not inside and slacking not working. Damn students making me resent growing up... Of course, once I get out there, I just moan about the heat as I sweat through my trousers and squint at the sun through my crappy shades, so what can y'do?

Hallo, Paper Spaceboy

14:28 / 03.07.06

Pay someone to carry around and operate a slushing machine for you, making bellinis?

14:34 / 03.07.06

'heckuvva day'

I thought you lived in Brighton not Stepford

paranoidwriter waves hello

14:48 / 03.07.06

I'm just not built for this weather. I burn very easily and have to be really careful how much time I spend in the sun. However, the thing that really gets me isn't so much the weather as the constant remarks from my bronzed friends, "You're pale, you need to get some sun', and so on. Nevermind that I burn easily, or the fact skin cancer is not an imaginary condition, my friends know best. Honestly, it's like peer pressure to smoke all over again.

That typed, it's not all bad: I like the brightness of these sunny days, the way even humdrum brick and concrete suddenly seem to come alive with Technicolor.

15:01 / 03.07.06

I have to agree with you on the paleness. "FACTOR THIRTY!! Why on earth are you wearing factor thirty?"

Because I lose a few layers of skin if I train after burning, you fools. I'll slip down my partner's chest and leave my belly behind.

What is worse than that is the sweaty sweatiness that makes me slip and fall all over the place, and we need to chalk our hands/entire bodies every 30 seconds. Which is great when your act is 6 minutes long, and the last move is diving head first towards the floor, and your partner catching you by the ankles. And if they slip...
It's fun.

15:03 / 03.07.06

thought you lived in brighton

yeah, neighbours though: i just can't talk like a human being to the neighbours, it feels so weird not ignoring them that i have to put on accents, use incongruous slang etc.

15:09 / 03.07.06

Something (other than fucking barking dogs, and cats, and seagulls) was out last night, and it was screaming.

The heat brings out the monsters.

Our Lady Has Left the Building

15:13 / 03.07.06

I hate the Sun. With their racist views and their page three girls... Hoho, did you see what I did there?

We've managed to make a small small part of our workspace nice and cool. I'm sitting there now. I am prepared to stay here for the rest of the day, so nice and cool is this small small space. Unfortunately I will have to move shortly, it doesn't seem fair.

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

15:23 / 03.07.06

I would have been okay with the sun, what with my week off starting today and all, were it not for the fact that coming home from work this morning (when, admittedly, it was much less hot than it is now, though still rather fucking warm) there was a dispute of some kind between a guy sitting on the top deck of the bus (where I was) and the driver, which resulted in the driver stopping the bus and calling the police. Where any sensible person would (and indeed all the other passengers did) get off and catch the next one, myself and a work colleague just couldn't resist sticking around to see what happened.

An hour and twenty minutes later, I'd pretty much melted. And the cops still hadn't turned up. Fortunately (because by this point it had become a battle of wills between me and my workmate as much as anything else) my esteeemed colleague cracked before I did and suggested catching another bus. Otherwise I'm guessing I'd still be there.

And the guy who was the cause of all the kerfuffle had fallen asleep. So he didn't even have to deal with the tedium of a stationary bus. Though I'm guessing the heat won't have helped his inevitable hangover much.

18:50 / 03.07.06

Something was out last night, and it was screaming.

Sorry, that was me cursing the fucking gulls. I'll tey to keep it down tonight.

Essential Dazzler

21:24 / 03.07.06

No matter how much anti-perspirant I spray, my yellow work shirt turns a nasty brown colour the VERY SECOND I enter my car.

foolish fat finger

21:59 / 03.07.06

does everyone on this board live in Brighton?! I lived there ten years, and I'm starting to wonder if I mighta met some a you's at the Cowley Club... Tony Rebel Green, with the green hair, crossdressers party...?!

I love the heat- boil me up, baby...!

22:07 / 03.07.06

Chao, even worse when it gets so hot you sweat everywhere, and when you stand up it looks like you've pissed on the seat...

22:15 / 03.07.06

When it gets this hot what I especially like about my job is that part of it involves standing with my head over a 1000 degree flame peering at glowing red metal.

Thankfully, I am my own boss and can give myself the luxury of doing other bits of my work in the garden. However this is not as good as it sounds because I am quite likely to fall asleep in the sun and then I don't get any work done at all.

Essential Dazzler

22:55 / 03.07.06

That is true, I rarely have my car seat examined for piss, which is just as well really.

Sometimes there just aren't enough service stations, it can hardly be my fault.

23:41 / 03.07.06

Other bad things about the heat? Severe water restrictions. Total Fire Ban days. Massive energy bills (not to mention the guilt) when you crank up the air con / fans; (or opening the windows and letting the mosquitos in). Crossing the road and worrying that the heat from the asphalt is going to boil your feet in your shoes. Forgetting to reapply suncream and burning your nose, then looking like a clown for a week.

Having said all that, bring on summer - it's cold here. Am envying all you northern-hemisphere dwellers.

23:52 / 03.07.06

call that a summer? this is a summer.

well, it's winter here now, but you get the idea. when brisbane has summers, the trains stop cause the railroad tracks have warped. the roads melt and you get tar stuck to your tires. like sydney, it hits 44C - but it stays like that for up to two weeks at a time. and, oh yeah - most public schools here have no air conditioning - usually only a ceiling fan. or two. so up to 45C in the classroom. and humid like sweaty socks.

....so, who wants to come and visit?

00:43 / 04.07.06

dammit, why do i have to live on this side of the world. i have to wait till the next day for everyone to come online again!

03:04 / 04.07.06

Boo from your side of the world!

The heat has been killing me this year... even if it's not sunny, the humidity kills. Add on top of that a horrible workplace with minimal cooling.

My brain has melted out my ears and I have to try to teach 40 kids at a time whose brains have melted too...

It seems every year I like winter more and more...

06:44 / 04.07.06

... pints get warm in the sun no matter how quickly you drink them.

The resistable rise of Reidcourchie

08:04 / 04.07.06

"Tiredness + heat + work = mega grouch. It wouldn't be so bad if you could sit at your desk, naked from the waist down, but they won't even let you do that. What's the world coming to when modesty trumps common sense, eh?"

Not joking, I am at work and doing this right now. Know this and envy me.

08:24 / 04.07.06

i am envying you right now. so much.

sadly nudity is not allowed at my university. a disappointment, after what i'd heard about universities being enormously sinful from my parish priest as an impressionable teenager.

The resistable rise of Reidcourchie

12:15 / 04.07.06

Parish priests are normally naked from the waist down during services, that's why the pulpit was invented. Normally there's a callgirl/boy out of site or if they're hard up a particularly gullable altar boy (do you get altar girls).

Sorry to hear your university isn't sinful, mine was, though the did frown on half nudity during lectures unless you had a really, really good reason (normally based around artistic expression, too much drugs/drink or a general breakdown of some such).

I'm half naked again, though stictly I could go to work naked. Perhaps I need some kind of Barbelit nakedometer.

I should really do some work today.

12:36 / 04.07.06

And when the becalmed and balmy weather breaks, you're stuck far from home with a skimpy shirt and sandals on, anticipating having to swim home.

But then, you get in and have a lovely long soak in the bath, into dry clothes, settle down with a cuppa. Always look on the bright side of meteorological misfortune.

paranoidwriter waves hello

22:17 / 21.07.06

I hate the fact that I've just walked to the shop and back (1 minute each way, tops) and I'm sweating all over. And I can't think straight.

Cool wet grass, cool wet grass, cool wet grass...

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