I really really really really want it to rain.

i'd love it to rain, unfortunately it going to be inhumanely (for me anyway) hot in london today.

i can feel hunger. hm.

It's goddamn sticky as hell here in Sarf London. I've currently got a big fan blowing warm air into my face.

my apartment is subzero. if the temperatures inside and out flip-flopped, i'd love it.

My room somehow gets no air from the air conditioning, and I just found a tiny fan in the closet. I haven't had a cool room in the summer for years. It's seriously my favorite thing on the planet right now.

I'm not exaggerating at all.

the living room here gets blasted, as does my half of the room. we can trade.

My room is on a separate ducting from the rest of the house. 75 all the time, which means the A/C turns on every 4 minutes or so, sounding like a 747 at take-off.

my stepmom insists on it being 72 or 73, so when i'm inside i need a sweatshirt. it's so uncomfortable.

I went to Rocky Horror tonight,
and I have never seen such an exquisite, complete display of cleavage in my life.

Kick that bitch's ass.

i was sort of in south london today. bushy park; near kingston/ richmond. I'm guessing you are more south central?

Yes, Clapham/Battersea area - been my home for many a year now.

Here in the UK, saying 'Whatever happened to white dog poo? It used to be everywhere when I was a kid and now I don't see it anymore!' has been the bandwagon 'observation' of choice ever since Arthur Smith (I think) mentioned it around ten-years ago.

I heard someone saying it in a York pub the other day as if they'd thought of something blindingly original.

Well, interestingly, since I've been spending some time with my uncle, I can now produce it to order, or rather his dog can - and I'm going to start selling it in a tasteful glass-presentation box, with a certificate of authenticity. The price of this unusual gift will be £50.

This time next-year I'll be a millionaire if these fuckers put their money where their mouth is.

Arthur Smith? Gah! I've been mentioning that since the late 80's. :D

I love the present idea - I'm minded to buy one for my boss at work....

Since finding this dog, I've felt like I've struck oil.

I may produce an expensive coffee-table book with pictures of white dog poo, from all angles. Hopefully that will satisfy this insatiable demand to see it!

Do a limited edition of one, with Royal Corgi doo poo. I'm sure Charles Saatchi would buy that up faster than he can say "Nigella Lawson".

The possibilities are endless!

oooh!

rocky horror is my favourite film of all time.

DannyHimself - cheers for the MySpace add today - you're right, I am a pretentious git :D