You know, this morning as I went into work I felt a little foolish for having my coat on me. It was a little cumbersome to try and carry the coat, read a newspaper, smoke a cigarette and drink a coffee all at the same time, never mind trying to change the track on my MP3 player. I even got a couple of smirks from women in clothing that bespoke of a lack of forethought regarding irish weather.
But it looks like I get the last laugh, as the dark dark stormclouds gather. MUA HAHAHAHA.
For those of you who didn't get the stupid email a month ago, there was one doing the rounds regarding "tit friday" - the day when the weather has been nice in the morning often enough that the flouncy summer dresses get pulled out from the back of the cupboard and the city is filled with women in flouncy summer skirts. The flipside to tit friday is that inevitably the weather goes to hell, gets cold and potentially quite wet before the end of the day resulting in those women wearing not-so-flouncy and suddenly far more... revealing of lumps and bumps dresses.
The email was pretty lame and sort of creepy but... well... accurate from the look of it... which I guess makes it more creepy and lame by virtue of someone obviously having taken care to observe this over several years.
Edit: Actually, this one looks like its shaping up to be bad. Theres fork lightning and no wind whatsoever and a sky somewhat like the War of the Worlds. Not to mention that the storm is still several miles away from my location and the power is flickering already. This is going to be awesome.