No sweat!

English winters i think are something everyone and i mean everyone should experience. By everyone i mean even my good friend Praveen and his most unique possession -his grotesque armpits. You must wonder what im saying but the problem with them is that they stretch for over two hectares from end to end and smell really bad. And although i cant do anything about the size of those hairy things i am sure theyll smell half as bad because in these England winters you dont sweat at all.
I do apologise for the embarassing grosness of the above mentioned point of view but I have tried to direct it albeit very subtly to him in the hope that he reads it. That of course means that out of the two people who read this blog site one will never read any article again.

But as i needlessly digress as is usually the case let me come back to English winters. The problem with them is that they are so cold u cant get out of home without three layers of clothes a scarf and an umbrella. I would not even pack so man things for an Indian wedding and here im wearing them everyday. I say i wouldnt pack them for a wedding but my folks would pack the other 40 pairs of clothes for me and my brother and then worse ask me to carry the thing around.

Anyways , the point is it is terrifyingly cold. And coming from a place (India) where it gets so hot that ,as someone put it ,you can cook in your own juices, it affects me doubly so.

Yet it is not so bad to carry all these things around all day long if i go out somehwere. I mean it does have its advantages by way of helping me when i start the quest for my Mount Everest expedition.
The worst thing however is to see these british youngsters walk in and out of clubs on all eight days of the week with clothes that can just about fit the guinea pig from the Mogamba zoo in Mozambique. So while im all wrapped up they are walking around in skimpy clothes showing off their fair hairless skin.