As we Murkins head into the last long weekend of the summer, I thought it would be appropriate to see how others do long weekends — or specifically, how they do a “Bank Holiday” weekend in Britishland.
Last weekend, in fact, was the hottest such on record in the U.K., so of course the pasty-skinned Brits headed for the beach to get properly burned:
Okay,there were some sorta-worthwhile sights along the way:
But if stuck in London, there was always the annual Notting Hill Carnival:
And for the sake of balance, just to prove that I can be inclusive:
Or, if it was too hot in daytime, one could always wait until night time and hit the pubs:
If I didn’t know better, I’d say this lot were having a pee through the windows:
You have to admire their stupidity bravery in balancing precariously (and, one assumes, drunkenly) over those anti-pigeon spikes, though.
But none of that is exclusive to Britishland, really — you could do all that anywhere in the world. To make the thing British, you’d have to participate in the World Bog Snorkelling Championships, wherein one has to swim through a malodorous boggy trench — and this is what makes it truly British — in fancy-dress costume:
Given the choices at the top of this page, I think I’d rather do the Bog thing, dressed as a Viking.
Still, in the same spirit: enjoy the Labor Day Weekend, folks!
Good God … porkers!!
Somebody once said that English women have special permission from God to wear their legs upside down. As for the girl with the pink hair – well she’s warmth in the winter and shade in the summer.
Pink hair in the winter, apparently.
According to Merle Travis in “My Fat Gal”, she’d be easy to hide behind when the Landlord comes around.