Pub Talk

Glass Half Empty?

It is with a slightly melancholic nature that I write this blog, sitting in Clarence Park with a paper and a bacon and egg sandwich, appreciating Saturday afternoon bathed in swathes of September sunshine.

None of that is, in itself, reason to be gloomy; the paper full of promise, the sandwich full of fatty goodness, and my tan slowly improving!

However, the knowledge that the opportunity to enjoy a sunny day narrows as the evenings get darker, and this brief moment of glorious weather will surely decline into terminal grey is sad indeed.

Put bluntly, the dark and rainy season will soon be upon us, and there’s nothing we can do to stop it.

It would take some pretty crazy tinkering with the clocks to give us the weather and daylight we deserve. In fact, we don’t need to waste time with changing the clocks, we need a time machine! Destination? Summer 1967! I hear it was a good one – summer of love and all that. Or, if you want to go one better, summer 1966 – the year of the World Cup.