The English Obsession
‘Let us compromise,’ sang the schoolgirls of The Pirates of Penzance, ‘our hearts are not of leather. Let us shut our eyes, and talk about the weather.’ And boy, the weather has never been more of a topic among the sun-obsessed English. We had a dazzling April, and now we’re having a bizarrely scorching September, with an actual summer that was notable for being entirely missing.
This has been the pattern for a couple of years, and yet the English plan 90% of their outdoor events in August, which has lately been freezing, wintry and rainy. Why aren’t we flexible enough to move the seasonal events?
I guess it’s simply because everything is so unpredictable here. Now, when autumn sweaters are usually on, everyone’s gone to the beach. The English don’t know how to dress for summer. It’s not our fault; if you have a journey to make across London you have to step onto an un-air-conditioned train and off into chill night air.I’m currently appearing on stage in hideously unfashionable shorts.