“I love the rain …

… it washes memories off the sidewalk of life.”

Play It Again, Sam 

Seriously, I don’t mind the rain.
I’ve never been one for lying in the sun and my body seems to run a degree or three hotter than anyone else’s so whenever it is warm in England, I’m the one sweating it out in the corner.

There are positives:
It’s good for the garden
Aren’t we supposed to be a nation of gardeners ? Or was it shopkeepers ? Perhaps it was football hooligans ?

It’s good for the farming industry
Do we actually still produce food this way ? I thought we brought it all in nowadays …

That damned hosepipe ban will at least be over soon
No it won’t. The reservoirs are still not full enough.
I think our main one is the Atlantic Ocean, by the way …

West Beach, Bournemouth – Monday 16 July 2012

This beach shot shows clearly how the reservoir refueling system works here in Britain.
Basically, it chucks it down for about two months solid in the summer and then – just when all our plants and flowers have been washed away by the monsoon – the water authorities announce that we can now use our garden hoses again.

I stood under the overhang from a beach-hut roof to take that photo.
I’m sure there’s a better way of describing that … is it the eaves ? Or maybe an awning or perhaps it’s just a good old porch ?
Nope. I was right the first time: the eave. I just looked it up …
Did you know that one of those tiny little beach-huts will set you back about £80k.

Here’s a shot taken on the same day of a whole row of the buggers:

That’s an awful lot of real estate, isn’t it ?
Still, the fourth most expensive land in the world is only over the water there, in Sandbanks.
(I’m pretty sure the actual house Harry Redknapp lives in is probably the single most valuable property there … not that he could understand the contract when he daubed his inky “x” on the paper his advisors placed in front of him. He can’t read or write, you see … or at least that’s more or less what he said in court last year.

Around about the time of the trial, there was a rather amusing image doing the rounds of Mr Redknapp in court. I’m not sure if he was trying to look intelligent, less of a wideboy or just trying to garner sympathy through wearing the glasses, but he’d never been seen in public wearing them before. He bore an uncanny resemblance to Michael Caine, whatever the reasoning behind it :

Caine, of course, starred in Woody Allen’s most successful movie, the excellent Hannah and Her SistersIn many ways, the film kick-started the actor’s career again and put him back in the spotlight once more. Having starred in a string of dodgy releases during the late-70s and early-80s, the role of a bumbling English lothario suited him to a tee and allowed him to show his comic side … a roll latterly perfected by Hugh Grant both on-screen and in real life.

From Woody Allen to Harry Redknapp and back again, via Michael Caine.

Caine … rhymes with rain

… I’ll get me coat !


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