one thing I was never subject to in England was the ‘humid summer’. yeah, all that changed in 2002.

it’s one thing going to the beach when it’s a warm sunny day, and then there’s fighting against the ability to breathe.

[raises glass]

here’s to another couple of months of asphyxiation and smelling like a dog’s sack - CHEERS!

The new york city subways + the summer months = looking like a drowned rat before I get to work!

I can see it now, the City of New York, back in 1904 saying to the IRT and BMT contractors, “hey, it gets really fecking hot in the summer, how about we have some fun and bury the fecking rails and have these new yorkers bake and baste in their own bodily fluids during the months June through August!”.

good idea, fockers.