...Yeah, it's on the street
Boiling on your head
And gives you sweaty teats
The heat is {pom pom pom pom} ON!
But not, apparently, when you're actually on 'da street', for as soon as you leave the sweltering furnace of The Office with AirCon One set to top volume and the blistering sun searing through the windows, you're guaranteed to hit the arctic roll.
Maybe it's my abdominal snowmanlike physique blotting out Sol and my vast girth causing a gravity well all of it's own to draw in the surrounding clouds to make me the epicentre of a monsoon.
And so you slink, bedraggled and soaked from Gods golden shower, back into the office, only to walk into the dry air of the Sahara, and freed from my gut-eclipse, the sun burns through the windows.
Now this is something for ole Stephen 'Davros' Hawking to ponder. I mean, it's a far better use of his time to discover why the weather always goes bad when you're out, and good when you're in. Instead, he gets paid to sit there thinking out Big Bangs all day long!!
Still, I suppose if given the choice, I too would forego meteorlogical musings in favour of in depth ponderation of the pink sunshine that is Perky Vic, Magz, Jo & Tina. Actually, more consideration should go into the fusion of certain other 'big bangs' in conjunction with 'em!
After all, The Saw Doctors would love to Bang the Bangles, who wouldn't want to F...
Look at the hits on that!!
I'd love to see Stephen Hawking on MTVs 'Unplugged'!
