Sod all this 'stiff upper lip' stoicism and 'soldier on' attitude, I aint a soldier and I aint interested in "stepping up to the mark". Ive grown happy enough with the last ten or so globally warmed winters that I have learned to really hate being cold.
So sod all this cold, it is making me right miserable and my ears feel like they are being rubbed with a hot iron, as for my gonads, they have decided that they are so delicate that they dare not come out unless I am in a hot bath, even then they retreat as soon as I get out of the bath, where they go is unknown to me but I think they have rehoused themselves near my heart or lungs.
I don't care, call me a pussy. I want to be warm and not have to heave layers of clothing around, taking them on or off every time I go into or leave somewhere, and winter has only just started, I'm doomed, you hear? doomed!
AAARRRGGGHH!!!
London looks just as miserable as I am in winter, especially the gray coloured blocks and the new 'style' buildings with tiny match box windows. Sod it all till it's warm enough for me not to wear my long-bloody-Johns (comfortable and snug as they are) anymore.
I just wanna be warm, is it too much to ask?
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