On Wed, Jul 26, 2006 at 01:49:04PM +0200, Eugen Leitl wrote: > It's 32 C in Munich right now, but it was hotter (35 or 36) > a few days ago. > > I kinda like, despite 36 km/day bike commute.
mad dogs, englishmen _and_ germans! since it is quite entertaining, i have posted the song below. i remember my first summers in berlin where everyone was thrilled with 30+ temparatures (no fans, no a/c) and expressed surprise at my discomfort: "you're from india, you must be used to it!" - yes, and used to avoiding it, like everyone else who can afford it, used to an air conditioner or cooler or at least a fan when it hits 25 degrees. after a few years of perpetual grey drizzle in europe i can understand why people might long for a few weeks of sunshine, but this summer has been ridiculous. -rishab Mad Dogs and Englishmen by Noel Coward In tropical climes there are certain times of day When all the citizens retire to tear their clothes off and perspire. It's one of the rules that the greatest fools obey, Because the sun is much too sultry And one must avoid its ultry-violet ray. The natives grieve when the white men leave their huts, Because they're obviously, definitely nuts! Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun, The Japanese don4t care to, the Chinese wouldn4t dare to, Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve to one But Englishmen detest-a siesta. In the Philippines they have lovely screens to protect you from the glare. In the Malay States, there are hats like plates which the Britishers won't wear. At twelve noon the natives swoon and no further work is done, But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun. It's such a surprise for the Eastern eyes to see, that though the English are effete, they're quite impervious to heat, When the white man rides every native hides in glee, Because the simple creatures hope he will impale his solar topee on a tree. It seems such a shame when the English claim the earth, They give rise to such hilarity and mirth. Ha ha ha ha hoo hoo hoo hoo hee hee hee hee ...... Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun. The toughest Burmese bandit can never understand it. In Rangoon the heat of noon is just what the natives shun, They put their Scotch or Rye down, and lie down. In a jungle town where the sun beats down to the rage of man and beast The English garb of the English sahib merely gets a bit more creased. In Bangkok at twelve o'clock they foam at the mouth and run, But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun. Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun. The smallest Malay rabbit deplores this foolish habit. In Hong Kong they strike a gong and fire off a noonday gun, To reprimand each inmate who's in late. In the mangrove swamps where the python romps there is peace from twelve till two. Even caribous lie around and snooze, for there's nothing else to do. In Bengal to move at all is seldom ever done, But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.
