Author Topic: A random thread for weatherish things that don't warrant a thread of their own.  (Read 117292 times)

Kim

  • Timelord
Opened the door earlier to find two wheeliebins on their sides blocking the way.
Careful, Kim. Your sarcasm's showing...

Opened the door earlier to find two wheeliebins on their sides blocking the way.

Unusually my wheelie bins seem to have stayed upright.

We did get the traditional 'Railway disrupted by flying trampolines' though.
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Kim

  • Timelord
Opened the door earlier to find two wheeliebins on their sides blocking the way.

Unusually my wheelie bins seem to have stayed upright.

We did get the traditional 'Railway disrupted by flying trampolines' though.

Ah good, it's not a proper storm unless you get a trampoline.
Careful, Kim. Your sarcasm's showing...

Giraffe

  • I brake for Giraffes
The BEAR-o-meter has been up and down like a whore's drawers (as measured by bare-o-meter).
2x4: thick plank; 4x4: 2 of 'em.

A couple of longish bouts of sideways hail and sleet today; seems to have mostly blown through now.

Cudzoziemiec

  • Eating all the pies and drinking all the tea.
It's warm and sunny here in Bristol but snowing and "the wind reminds me of Siberia" in the Romanian Carpathians. Though my Romanian correspondent adds they have not been to Siberia "nor ever wants to".
Riding a bike through a city is like navigating the collective neural pathways of a vast global mind.

It's been warm and sunny here for the last few days. Thermometer currently reading a whopping 16.5°C!  :o Parks are packed (I'm staying well away), and taps aff galore.

Kim

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It's been warm and sunny here for the last few days. Thermometer currently reading a whopping 16.5°C!  :o Parks are packed (I'm staying well away), and taps aff galore.

Checking that this was Weegie vernacular rather than a plumbing problem lead me to this useful resource: https://www.taps-aff.co.uk/
Careful, Kim. Your sarcasm's showing...

Cudzoziemiec

  • Eating all the pies and drinking all the tea.
That reminds me – I was going to put this in Signs of Spring, but here is just as good – two taps aff bootfallers (probably students) today. They were not only taps aff but ribs oot.
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Giraffe

  • I brake for Giraffes
On Look East, this morning was shown as -2 for a couple of days, went to 0, then poss. +a bit and was about 5.5 at 6 am.
I sometimes wonder about the point of a forecast that can't manage ~11h in advance.
I once rode past The European Centre for Medium-Range Weather Forecasting (or whatever it is nowadays) in Reading - the weather wasn't as forecast that morning. Just look out of the window and ditch the abacus.
2x4: thick plank; 4x4: 2 of 'em.

Wowbagger

  • Sylph
    • Musings of a Gentleman Cyclist
The sun has crossed the equator. 2 minutes ago. Now it can warm up.
Bach without a doubt.

Basil

  • Um....err......oh bugger!
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The sun has crossed the equator. 2 minutes ago. Now it can warm up.

Right. From now on high pressure means sunny and warm and no longer clear and freezing.
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Kim

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The sun has crossed the equator. 2 minutes ago. Now it can warm up.

Right. From now on high pressure means sunny and warm and no longer clear and freezing.

I'll just read that aloud to my feet, to make sure they get the message...
Careful, Kim. Your sarcasm's showing...

Giraffe

  • I brake for Giraffes
The sun has crossed the equator. 2 minutes ago. Now it can warm up.
Good - I was thinking that it was in isolation and wasn't coming oop north (relatively) this year.
2x4: thick plank; 4x4: 2 of 'em.

ian

  • feat. Undead Jess & Finestre, Queen of Hell
First minor sunburn of the year yesterday. I did spend most of the day thinking you know, I probably should but never got around to enacting the thought because it is March. I am sure I do this every year.
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T42

  • *** fool in a hurry
A chum in New South Wales just sent this through:

Said Hanrahan

“We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan,
In accents most forlorn,
Outside the church, ere Mass began,
One frosty Sunday morn.

The congregation stood about,
Coat-collars to the ears,
And talked of stock, and crops, and drought,
As it had done for years.

“It’s looking crook,” said Daniel Croke;
“Bedad, it’s cruke, me lad,
For never since the banks went broke
Has seasons been so bad.”

“It’s dry, all right,” said young O’Neil,
With which astute remark
He squatted down upon his heel
And chewed a piece of bark.

And so around the chorus ran
“It’s keepin’ dry, no doubt.”
“We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan,
“Before the year is out.”

“The crops are done; ye’ll have your work
To save one bag of grain;
From here way out to Back-o’-Bourke
They’re singin’ out for rain.

“They’re singin’ out for rain,” he said,
“And all the tanks are dry.”
The congregation scratched its head,
And gazed around the sky.

“There won’t be grass, in any case,
Enough to feed an ass;
There’s not a blade on Casey’s place
As I came down to Mass.”

“If rain don’t come this month,” said Dan,
And cleared his throat to speak —
“We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan,
“If rain don’t come this week.”

A heavy silence seemed to steal
On all at this remark;
And each man squatted on his heel,
And chewed a piece of bark.

“We want an inch of rain, we do,”
O’Neil observed at last;
But Croke “maintained” we wanted two
To put the danger past.

“If we don’t get three inches, man,
Or four to break this drought,
We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan,
“Before the year is out.”

In God’s good time down came the rain;
And all the afternoon
On iron roof and window-pane
It drummed a homely tune.

And through the night it pattered still,
And lightsome, gladsome elves
On dripping spout and window-sill
Kept talking to themselves.

It pelted, pelted all day long,
A-singing at its work,
Till every heart took up the song
Way out to Back-o’-Bourke.

And every creek a banker ran,
And dams filled overtop;
“We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan,
“If this rain doesn’t stop.”

And stop it did, in God’s good time;
And spring came in to fold
A mantle o’er the hills sublime
Of green and pink and gold.

And days went by on dancing feet,
With harvest-hopes immense,
And laughing eyes beheld the wheat
Nid-nodding o’er the fence.

And, oh, the smiles on every face,
As happy lad and lass
Through grass knee-deep on Casey’s place
Went riding down to Mass.

While round the church in clothes genteel
Discoursed the men of mark,
And each man squatted on his heel,
And chewed his piece of bark.

“There’ll be bush-fires for sure, me man,
There will, without a doubt;
We’ll all be rooned,” said Hanrahan,
“Before the year is out.”

John O’Brien (P.J Hartigan) Circa 1919
I've dusted all those old bottles and set them up straight.

Wowbagger

  • Sylph
    • Musings of a Gentleman Cyclist
First 20°C day of the year today! I've been planting taters.
Bach without a doubt.

Mr Larrington

  • A bit ov a lyv wyr by slof standirds
  • Custard Wallah
    • Mr Larrington's Automatic Diary
Found myself regretting the donning of a jumper prior to going to Mr Sainsbury's House of Toothy Comestibles.  Now I am in the Estate Office, on the side of Larrington Towers where the sun don't shine, and have the anbaric fan heater on.
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Kim

  • Timelord
In a strange parallel to that, I regretted my Altura jacket on my way to Mr Sainsbury's House of Toothy Comestibles, from whence it was downhill on the way back, so I got to un-regret it.  I then proceeded to hack at the worst of the sprouting triffids with the strimmer before washing off all the green stuff in the shower, and retreating to the fan heater because I was bloody cold.
Careful, Kim. Your sarcasm's showing...

Weather station is currently showing 24°C in the shade (I recon it has always clocked a couple of °s more than it actually is).
Snow forecast for Bank Holiday Monday.

ian

  • feat. Undead Jess & Finestre, Queen of Hell
I somehow seemed to have fortuitous booked the last two days as holiday. Two splendid days wandering around the hills soaked in the blessed thing they calling sunshine.

Yesterday, while wandering through Downe, I wrote a brilliant musical in which Charles Darwin and Thomas Huxley were the original Victorian Gentleman Rappers (Chucky D and The T-Dog). There's going to be a revolution – in science my man! – let us call it evolution (ian's wife begs, begs, begs him to stop*, but I'm pretty sure the Hamilton guy had the same problem and now he's a bazillionaire).

*didn't work, by Cudham she was pretty much doing all the T-Dog lines and a delivered splendid smackdown of Lamarkianism.
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Mr Larrington

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If you can find a rhyme for “Lysenko” it's sure to attract Cameron Overcoat's attention.
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ian

  • feat. Undead Jess & Finestre, Queen of Hell
Fortunately, he's too late on the scene for the Victorian Gentlemen Rapping movement. It's mostly like normal rapping, but in a haughty British accent with many interlocutions of "I say!" and "My Man!" It really is an altogether quite satisfying pastime.
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Mrs Pingu

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It's fookin snowing  :facepalm:
Do not clench. It only makes it worse.

Mr Larrington

  • A bit ov a lyv wyr by slof standirds
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Fortunately, he's too late on the scene for the Victorian Gentlemen Rapping movement. It's mostly like normal rapping, but in a haughty British accent with many interlocutions of "I say!" and "My Man!" It really is an altogether quite satisfying pastime.

Careful now!  You might overload Jacob Grease-Smugg's head-branez!

[“You say that like it's a Bad Thing” – Ed.]
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