That Sun Thing...

[rebness]

Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow.

Question: why do the British go insane at the slightest hint of sun? Why did my friends, family and I feel it was such a good idea to sit outside in that baking hot sun wearing that lethal tanning oil?

WHY when my skin is pale and sensitive and all English rose-y? Am lobster, yo.

My life iz ruined oh noes, etc.

Comments

[ozfille]

Maybe it's a British desire to validate Noel Coward's song about "Mad Dogs and Englishman going out in the noon day sun" while more sensible people cover up, stay in the shade and wear sunscreen. *Memories of English lobsters (tourists) frying themselves on the boat going down the Nile come to mind*

[rebness.livejournal.com]

It's so very, very true. And we never learn! Year on year, we come back from Egypt or Spain or Australia or Greece, red and sore. Vow we won't do it again... until next summer.

I think it's a madness brought on by six months of overcast skies. ;)