3 to 4 days, the ridiculous sun reigned
over the clear blue skies
   in essex, and london...
   3 to 4 "god-fearing" days, of utter
hell...
      sweating upon waking,
sweating upon falling asleep,
     and weating interim -
ah: until it's typical english grey,
suffocating, humid, beijing-like
overcast...
                but at least the sun isn't
biting you, like a million gnats...
and here comes the cultural oddity...
in england, a bbq is a luxury...
     it's a spectacle, where you invite
your friends over, and have a "par-tay"...
you drink more beer than you
eat food... perhaps if they followed
protocol, and drank ice-cold *****,
they'd realise, they could actually
eat all that was plated...
   any-hoo...
                it's not a luxury... to start
up a bbq in such forsaken weather...
it's not a luxury, it's a necessity...
because: what numb-nuts would
   bother cooking a meal indoors?
in what resembles a sauna?
     it's not even about the french ponce
ritual of al fresco...
        no, not that i mind to remember,
i just don't want to imitate a roofer
throwing permaquic / hot-melt /
       tar doughnuts into a boiler on
the roof, when it's 30+ or even more,
on top of the roof...
             what numb-nuts would deem
a bbq a luxury?
      ask any australian (aussie aussie aussie!
oi! oi! oi!) about the ritual
                sacrifice on the barbie;
there's no luxury, there's only a necessity,
a convenience...
       **** staying in doors and cooking
with this heat...
       i need a breeze... a brrrease...
like today, spontaneity took over me...
****, i need a salad, a quickie, a quickie
salad...
             mozzarella... tomatoes, fresh basil,
garlic infused olive oil, salt, pepper...
         wah-lah! what a pretty patch
       of colour, in the culinary woods...
some say, that in the past few days,
    people didn't go to sleep sweating,
they went to sleep crying...
   which i can imagine...
     i had my little furnace going too...
for some reason, glass amplifies
        sunlight...
              oh and it did, it did...
           so i wonder:
   why do people turn to masochistic
holidays?
   demanding: if no beach, sun,
palm tree or a coconut... no go!
   huh?!
               why don't people go on
holiday into cooler climates,
                       like scandinavia?
yes, **** on me... those skiing holidays...
but that's engaging in a sport...
i mean holidays of laziness, in cooler
climates... why isn't that popular,
   or ever appreciated?
                   must be
a "white privilege"... "thing" to attest
such a desire...
                      the youtube community
is awash with all these didactic counters...
i'm starting to see "militant" atheists
   in the same way i might recognise
    evangelical christians....
   and i ******* hate evangelical atheists...
militant hoo-d'eh-who?
                      militant? as in
obnoxious?
                   it's inverse cartesian:
the i am becomes before the i think...
hence so much talk talk talk talking...
           i need to identify as one, to presume
i can think as one...
          the so-called badge of "honour",
which is nothing but a hidden mohawk,
and to be called punk.
             whenever, wherever, the same
trend remains: to congregate,
to be allowed access into a group mentality...
militant atheism? more like
    populist atheism, and yes,
    the evangelical bit can also be attached.