Brolly Bad Show

I hate those dicks that swan round the streets of London with fucking golfing umbrellas. Only the slighest hint of rain and wooooop, they're up. Yet they hold them so low you have to duck out the way to avoid having an eye removed.

I'm sure if they could carry a marquee round on a stick they would (note to self: check those big stick things in the middle of marquees are not for that purpose). While i'm on the topic of umbrellas, why do people keep their brollies open when it's not even raining. I hate you people, you make my happy days sad. Yes to misquote the Carpenters, Rainy Days & Mondays always make me glad.