Feeling Hot Hot Hot
When the sun is shining in London, and I know I say this every time, but it rocks. It so does. Sweaty feathers aside, there’s nothing better than waking up warm. Truly. Some of you out there experience this most days. In London, we don’t. That said, Mart reckons he’s got a bit of beak burn. Not good. He’d found a spillage of some factor cream or other, but clearly not a 30. Poor fuck. Couldn’t even open it wide enough to chew on a pecan. Bless him.
It was party-on time all round though. Decided to go check out the scene at Marble Arch. We don’t often hit The Arch due to the fact it’s largely a thoroughfare and therefore attracts all sorts from Edgeware, but we gave it a go today, and it didn’t disappoint.
Began all fairly mellow. Then, as more and more rocked up, the dancing started:
Bill kicked in with “Summer loving, had me a blast”. Know the song from the hit musical, Grease?
There’s Monty second from the right giving it all he had, which wasn’t much.
Then it moved onto some Girls Aloud song I didn’t know:
Neither did Bob or Trevor at the back, seemingly.
There were a few that didn’t join in. Fair play. Not everyone wants to look a twat.
Check out the blue skies though:
I also think this was the moment Chris, second from the right, decided he’d had enough…
Then, and this was genius, Mike goes, “What about Jump? Might as well Jump. Jump!” Remember the old Van Halen classic?
Off he went jumping in the air going, “Jump!” just as some tourist produces a bread bit:
Hilariously, he carried on even though no-one was paying the slightest bit of attention:
“Might as well jump. Jump! Go ahead, jump!”
Everyone got a bit annoyed with him in the end. It’s an irritating song at the best of times.
Anyway, top day had by all. Glad we made the most of the sunshine too seeing as it’s all going to crap again at the end of the week.