Happy St Swithin’s Day!!!

If on St Swithin's day it really pours
You're better off to stay indoors.

“Who’s St Swithin when he’s at home?” I hear you say. Well, St Swithin was… em… I don’t really know actually, but according to our neighbours across the pond, whatever the weather is like on St Swithin’s Day it will continue so for the next 40 days.

40 days? 40 DAYS!! In case you haven’t noticed… it’s raining! I’m guessing nobody put their Child of Prague out last night? Didn’t think so. What about our summer, our beer gardens, painting the house, Julianna’s dental floss bikini!

Well I’m not giving up just yet. You know, who the hell does this Saint what’s-his-name think he is? Does he think he can outdo our trusty Child of Prague in controlling the weather? I think not!
 
Seriously though, if it came to blows, who’d win? A swithered old saint that nobody’s ever even heard of or the young and sprightly Child of Prague? I know who my money’s on!

If, like me, you believe the Child of Prague’s gonna hammer the old timer and help us get the sun shining again, then here’s 20% off a can of Sandtex - perfect for the bank holiday weekend coming up (1st Monday in August – nice one!) But if you’re in Swithin’s corner – don’t even think about printing out the voucher. You don’t deserve it… because Ireland deserves sun!!

London : Sunny
Barcelona : Scorchio
Dublin : Cloudy with scattered showers

Oh right yeah, the rest of Europe gets to enjoy a nice summer and we get the odd day here and there. Lucky it was nice for Drico & Amy on their wedding day though. That took a bit of campaigning to get the sun shining over Leitrim that day – the whole Irish rugby team in fact. It’s amazing what you can do with the right people behind you!

And the World Cup’s finally come to an end. Well it ended for me when Brazil got knocked out. See you know my Brazalian bird Julianna. Well ever since they lost she also lost - her mojo. All she ever says is that she’s ‘not in the mood.’

So anyway with the soccer out of the way it’s time to get up off our arses and get outside. No more staying indoors, no more vuvuzelas and no more drinking (less than 10 units a day!). C’mon sun worshippers, get out there and do the things you’ve been meaning to do all summer - like paint the front door ye lazy gits! Don’t tell me your ‘not in the mood!’