Ezekiel said:I don't live in Europe, but what's helping are....air conditioning.
See above. I feel you, man. At least I don't have to deal with morons telling me stupid guff like that so... small mercies.votemarvel said:Every part of me is drenched in sweat by the end of the first hour. I could just about tolerate it but then I get the customers who come in and say "bet it's warm for you in there". NO, I was thinking of putting a damn jumper on because I am cold.
Shouldn't you be devouring salmon and various fauna right now? That winter blubber's not going to grow itself, you know.Xsjadoblayde said:The hardest question is; to ice-cream or not to ice-cream? Once you have one, the returning heat feels worse as it envelopes you like an overly huggy chubby nan who hasn't seen you in a decade. So you got to have more to stave of the creeping suffocation. And it turns into a vicious consumerist cycle where your dealer is the local corner shop with over-priced mini-milks and soleros. I can almost hear them cackling with laughter as I weakly throw my change at them from the sweaty heap on the floor that used to be me. Where's the fucking wind at?? I'll accept anything! Even a low flying seagull's breeze...anything!!
And social anxiety is no friend of heat, I can tell you, reptilian humanoids.
What's the point of air-con when you'd use it 5 days out of 365? Makes perfect sense that it's not really that common in the UK.mad825 said:Ezekiel said:I don't live in Europe, but what's helping are....air conditioning.
Or maybe this?
I have never really known anyone in the UK with sophisticated AC apart from the commercial sector, it makes going to Tesco seem like a little blessing. It all seems pretty ghetto me tbh.