Watford til I die.. Or at least until it Herts.

You know why you don't see that many ginger people in hot climates?

Yes, they are not allowed in. Something to do with genetic purity.
So as I sit in a none too dissimilar way to Anne Frank typing on my laptop evading those pesky Gestapo, I think the weather we enjoy in Britain is actually pretty good.



OK, it rains. Sometimes it rains in a fashion that animals do start gathering themselves in to pairs and await the arrival of some sort of ark.

(Except the fish as they have a more luxurious, tiered 'multi storey carp-ark')

Digression is the better form of valour here I guess... Anyway, so it rains. We had snow. There was a day last summer when I wore a Tshirt. All good, yes? For me, yes.

I understand it would be shit if it rained everyday just like it would be shit if it blazed down anti-ginger rays all the time. Balance is good, a bit of give and take, ying yang, ebb and flow, Ant and Dec etc.

So why does stuff look so much more miserable when it rains? Watford looks crap. A huge concrete turd steaming with chavs and cocksuckers moaning that Magaluf last year was much better. GO BACK THERE. I don't hate Watford. There are some decent people here, most notably me. But this town has a real problem when even the die-hard fans who like it can't wait to jump on an EasyJet and bugger off to somewhere else where they can slash up, mash up and get banged up at the cost of another tax payer.

To be honest there are a few pieces of corn in this turd of a town; we have a canal.. Like Birmingham. We have a thriving night scene, like Southend. Yes, amazing a real gem of a town left totally out of the tourist route. A quiet retreat, a quintessentially English town a town untouched by the failings of all the governments past and present? No. It's just shit.

The most interesting aspect of it is the weather. Ginger-friendly weather.