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Hi there,
Sorry its late but in case you hadn't noticed, SUMMER'S HERE. In March? Isn't it too early? No. Summer is a state of mind, not tied to specific months. How can I tell? Easy:
— Girls are suddenly dramatically more attractive because they have removed their outer layers of clothing and added hilariously oversized sunglasses that make them resemble bugs (sexy bugs).
— Sometimes, Gingbag will be walking through the high street at, like, half-ten in the morning, and there'll be a bloke with his shirt tied round his waist and a can of lager in his hand, and he'll look at him like he's the odd one that bats for the other side.
— I've been looking up barbecue recipes online and genuinely thinking about setting stuff alight, shoving cheap meat on top of it for an indeterminate duration and then eating it. (very Gino De Campo)
— Cider is out of the awkward hinterland between "mulled" and "chilled", meaning we can drink it shamelessly in wasp-filled beer gardens the land over.
— I'm looking at cars with open-topped roofs and feeling jealous of their combovered owners. — I've had the heating off for three whole days and I might bloody well open a window soon and don't you even try to stop me.
So that settles that, then. Summer's here. Break out the shorts. Pass us our flip-flops. Get us a cocktail stick with crusty pineapple stuck to it. WE ARE READY.
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