Your heat this week

My relative watched the rescue efforts for that poor fella who was spearfishing recently that was nearby too? Says it is thought to have been a bull shark now?

Bloody awful. Young father I understand.

Everything up that coast definitely wants to eat, poison or wound you....
 
My relative watched the rescue efforts for that poor fella who was spearfishing recently that was nearby too? Says it is thought to have been a bull shark now?

Bloody awful. Young father I understand.

Everything up that coast definitely wants to eat, poison or wound you....
there is 12,000 miles of coastline,none of it is safe as records show every state has victims.
 
It makes me wonder how my generation ever managed to survive the hot summers of the past. But somehow we managed without constant BBC directives to wear light clothing, drink lots of water and the real game-changer, find some shade. Headline news every day!
 
It makes me wonder how my generation ever managed to survive the hot summers of the past. But somehow we managed without constant BBC directives to wear light clothing, drink lots of water and the real game-changer, find some shade. Headline news every day!
BBC needs to report on some crap or other ... about to run out of fuel, no toilet paper during covid, heat wave followed by thunderstorms .....As you said we used to get on with things with much less fuss 👍
 
It would appear to me, that the media is invested in convincing people that they are weaker than they are (or convincing them to assume behaviors that make them weaker). Makes for a captive audience when extolling the victimhood narrative of "woe is me" and "poor me". Complete BS....
 
"Its not the heat its the humidity"

Night time is unbearable if you dont plan in advance
Its both imo and I fuggen hate it badly.

I think I hear the sounds of then,
And people talking,
The scenes recalled, by minute movement,
And songs they fall, from the backing tape.
That certain texture, that certain smell,
To lie in sweat, on familiar sheets,
In brick veneer on financed beds.
In a room, of silent hardiflex
That certain texture, that certain smell,
Brings home the heavy days,
Brings home the the night time swell,
Out on the patio we'd sit,
And the humidity we'd breathe,
We'd watch the lightning crack over canefields
Laugh and think, this is Australia.

The block is awkward - it faces west,
With long diagonals, sloping too.
And in the distance, through the heat haze,
In convoys of silence the cattle graze.
That certain texture, that certain beat,
Brings forth the night time heat.
Out on the patio we'd sit,
And the humidity we'd breathe,
We'd watch the lightning crack over canefields
Laugh and think that this is Australia.
To lie in sweat, on familiar sheets,
In brick veneer on financed beds.
In a room of silent hardiflex
That certain texture, that certain smell,
Brings forth the heavy days,
Brings forth the night time sweat
Out on the patio we'd sit,
And the humidity we'd breathe,
We'd watch the lightning crack over canefields
Laugh and think, this is Australia.
This is Australia etc..

 
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