This was Sunday:
And this was Monday:
Isn't it supposed to gradually over a few weeks get warmer to colder? Wait a minute... that's going from Summer to Winter, we're almost at the end of Winter, so we're supposed to be going from Winter to Spring... fekkit! Upsidedowny extreme weather! Not only has it gone the wrong way, it's gone the wrong way in one day!
That was one mutha of a split infinitive.
PORTO ALEGRE has gone from sub Antarctic temperatures* through humongous downpours up to today's Saharan Desert heat, in a space of a week. Okay, I'm exaggerating a little, but it was freakin' cold last week then it Rained a Lot on Friday and it didn't stop 'til today when the sun put his hat on, hip-hip-hip-hurray and it became a reasonably warm 21c.
Bugger can't think of owt else to write.
*(what the blazes is "sub Antarctic"?? Isn't it, by its geographical nature, already "sub"? Perhaps I mean "Antarctic sub-temperatures", which is quite normal there I do believe. Sorry but just "Antarctic temperatures" doesn't sound quite so exciting. Anyway, it was cold.)
While the rain continues through the morning as I'm listening to the bells of the cathedral, one of Britain and Brazil's most talked about crooks is within weeks, if not days, of going to the Great Train Robbery in the Sky. Ronnie, 80 years old yesterday - late Happy Birthday Ron! - has been released on compassionate grounds, "being released" in this case actually means the two prison guards at his hospital bedside have been relieved of their duties. I don't suppose Ronnie was a zillionaire living in Rio, he made money from being famous mostly, a churrasco with Ronnie cost around 70 quid, bloody expensive that, I tell you what, I'll charge around 20 quid, on my terrace, sunset views. It's probably well known in Britain that Ronnie got away with not being extradited by having a son with a Brazilian lady here. What not many in Britain know is Ronnie's son, Mike, became very famous here in the 80s as part of a children's pop group and TV programme "Turma do Balão Mágico", he's the young fella in yella in THIS clip, don't know what he does nowadays, he's appeared a lot on the news while Ronnie was in Britain, I remember a while back reading that the FO had refused his residency visa, I guess he got it in the end though 'coz the recent news reports him as living in North London.
Some years ago I bought Ronnie's autobiography, "Odd Man Out", in a book store here in PoA, it was on offer at a good discount price and shrink wrapped, when I got home and unshrink wrapped it, I was pleasantly surprised to find his autograph and "Rio, 1994"biro'd in the title page, might be worth a bit on e-bay that.
Good Luck Ronnie.
Deluge! It wazzed down so hard and so much last night that PoA became almost completely under water. Okay I'm exaggerating a little, however it did rain heavily in a short space of time so the drains were unable to cope, a lot of the roads became flooded, I had to take several detours and also risk driving through over a foot of water in some places, hoping my car wouldn't chug to a stop like other cars scattered about, adding to the chaos of the traffic, their owners in despair. It took me 40 minutes to make a normal 5 minute trip .
Still on the subject of water, I spotted this on the Guardian site and further investigated the "new television advertisements in Brazil" via youtube (as I don't watch the box) and found THIS. I didn't quite understand the joke of the figure of (after "Brazilians!") - "or not", until repeating several times and realizing that it's a silhouette of Liberty, yes, peeing in the shower, even Stephen Hawking there, amazing! I love the last message - " Pee in the shower! Help the Atlantic Forest!". Go on, admit it, hands up who's been helping the Atlantic Forest for years? Back to the Guardian article, it's amusing to see how many readers comments have been "removed by a moderator", whereas some suggestions such as "defecate in the dustbin" and "pee on your girlfriend in the shower to see if she notices", passed moderator censorship. Then there's mention of etiquette for garden peeing, what if you don't have a garden? A friend of mine once peed out of a third floor flat window onto the cars parked below, it was about 3 in the morning luckily.
It's stopped raining! Guys are swimming, guys are sailing, playing baseball, gee that's better!
