*wipes sweat from brow, attempts to write introduction, passes out from the heat, wakes up sometime later and continues where he left off*
Great Britain and hot weather are interesting bedfellows. They don't often get together but, when they do, you can virtually guarantee that chaos will ensue.
"We Brits, it's fair to say, are not really used to heatwaves"
We Brits, it's fair to say, are not really used to heatwaves. When one comes along, we don't really know what to do with ourselves. Our minds slow, our bodies sweat, and we end up doing the exact same stupid things we did the last time there was a spell of abnormally hot weather.
Here, at Mpora, we thought it was time we celebrated those "things." We may be a land of bumbling idiots, incapable of coping in the heat, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't stand proudly beneath the flag and say "I'm proud to be British, proud to be from...
*writer passes out from the heat again*