I don’t know about you guys but I’ve been hearing that 2017
wasn’t really much better for people than the ‘bad boyfriend’ antics of
2016. It turned out to be the year the
weather first started going mad in the UK; Brexit fever took hold and then
there was Trump.
It began with the limpest of Springs, an event that occurs in
this exact way with boring regularity and which the Brits are so used to,
there’d be all-up panic if season changes happened with more distinction. However, this year, after the damp flaccidity
that took us to April, we all woke up to a tropical 30 degrees C with little
warning in May…for a week….and no further guarantee. You could therefore not blame Londoners for
wanting to hedge their bets by wearing 3 outfits in one.
Indeed, fears for the mental state of Londoners who attempted
to leave their homes without a thick coat, an umbrella and sensible shoes
anytime outside of August were palpable.
Open-mouthed stares and trembling jawbones all but flapping loose off
people’s skulls at the sight of breathable fabrics were common occurrences. It made for an amazing display to see folks attempting
to cover all bases during that week in May by wearing flimsy pastel coloured shirts
(under thick winter jumpers) or dresses (over thick woolly granny tights) as they
tried to anticipate what the weather would do next.
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| He's gonna regret the choice of a woolly hat |
At the same time, the London Underground became a sort of
storage heater where those with experience would begin to peel off as they glided
down the escalators, looking on, with dismay at the thought of all that sweat
collecting into the pant elastic of mild weather tube novices.
After the week we like to call Summer, came the torrential
rains of hurricanes Brian, Caroline and Dylan though to be honest the UK pretty
much gets those as often as Spain has Saints Days. Growing up, I don’t remember having to name
these. It was just…weather.
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| The Great British Weather |
But moving on from the nation’s favourite topic, let us not
forget the shit show that is Brexit. Many
felt we’d be under the cloud of recent political events and indeed last year
was dominated by scaremonger headlines; a general election would you believe;
Trump and more mad weather. Still, it’s
my humble opinion that the universe is on course to fulfil its grand plan and
that all these events will one day make sense.
History will show us what the fuss was all about.
And all I will say about Trump is that with his help at
least our bananas will be bendy again.
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| Oh Well |
For me 2018 has to be a year of further emancipation and a
little more abundance. One thing I now know for sure - there is no time like the present. Time to get a grip on this thing called life. I've started out small...but you know what they say about acorns...
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| Big plans start with a new hairdo |
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| The Corporate Look |
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