Entry for April 05, 2007

Summer madness has hit my office. The sun is out, and like all good pallid Northern Europeans me and the rest of the workers were drawn like moths to a flame. We shed out jackets, placed knotted hankies on our heads and headed out onto our sun terrace.
Well, I say sun terrace. What I mean is first floor roof overhanging the back of the Chinese take away. It looks out over the bins and on a clear day, you can see as far as the Electricity Board.
So there, in the heat of the midday sun we allowed our carcinomas to develop, and, as befits the first warm day in Scotland we bought self-lighting barbecues and cooked square sausages. You Italians can keep your gellati; the Spanish can have their blanco y negro; we Scots will stick to our fatty meat products to cool us in summer.
We melted some of the tar on the roof too, but I wasn't quicky enough to write my name in it.