Now I’m not really one for keeping fit. Don’t get me wrong I like to be fit; I just don’t really have the will power to work at it. I do quite enjoy cycling to work however and this, coupled with good genes and a clever tailor, seems to be keeping the middle age spread a bay – for the moment at least. My route to work is a very gentle, six mile trundle along a leafy green railway line. It acts as a very good wake-up in the mornings not to mention de-stressor in the evenings. Dressing appropriately however is utterly impossible. I may as well wear scuba gear and a sombrero.
We sure do get a lot of weather up here in Aberdeen. After years of wet and windy holidays, 2009 was of course to be the summer to break all records, or at the very least, have us sweating in the way only British folk can. Living in Aberdeen of course, we were all naturally cautious about the glorious summer prediction. So far we’ve had precious little evidence of there being any change from the norm. Torrential downpours most afternoons, the odd sticky lunch break, overcast weekends and plenty of chilly north wind. Watching Wimbledon this year, it occurred to me that Aberdeen City Council should probably forgo the normal refuse collection and regular bus service and simply pay for a retractable roof. Imagine the difference that would make to people’s lives.
A wise man once said ‘There is no such thing as bad weather, merely the wrong clothing.’ Well that person clearly never lived in Aberdeen. They have yet to invent clothing suited to the Aberdeen climate, and in particular the ‘train wreck’ that passes for our summer. I very much doubt whether the hot, sticky, wet, cold, rainy, sometimes haily, often windy days exist anywhere other than Aberdeen. There’s certainly a gap in the market for some budding textile genius. It’s a most unique lifestyle experience.
Once at work, my desk looks out on to the busy Aberdeen streets – it also looks into a bunch of flats on the other side of the road but that’s an entirely different story – anyway, most days I sit watching the sun beat down through the rainy, sleety, hail, wondering what items of clothing I should use to get me home in one piece. As the weeks progress I tend to build up quite a wardrobe of clothing next to my chair from which to make a selection. My colleagues will often make suggestions as the afternoon passes, but as the home time bell draws near, their ideas begin to change faster than an ebay auction price at closing time. Of course inevitably I’ll end up choosing my trusty old lycra cycling tights. Keep a look out for me if your SatNav breaks and you find yourself this far north, they look great with the sombrero.
We sure do get a lot of weather up here in Aberdeen. After years of wet and windy holidays, 2009 was of course to be the summer to break all records, or at the very least, have us sweating in the way only British folk can. Living in Aberdeen of course, we were all naturally cautious about the glorious summer prediction. So far we’ve had precious little evidence of there being any change from the norm. Torrential downpours most afternoons, the odd sticky lunch break, overcast weekends and plenty of chilly north wind. Watching Wimbledon this year, it occurred to me that Aberdeen City Council should probably forgo the normal refuse collection and regular bus service and simply pay for a retractable roof. Imagine the difference that would make to people’s lives.
A wise man once said ‘There is no such thing as bad weather, merely the wrong clothing.’ Well that person clearly never lived in Aberdeen. They have yet to invent clothing suited to the Aberdeen climate, and in particular the ‘train wreck’ that passes for our summer. I very much doubt whether the hot, sticky, wet, cold, rainy, sometimes haily, often windy days exist anywhere other than Aberdeen. There’s certainly a gap in the market for some budding textile genius. It’s a most unique lifestyle experience.
Once at work, my desk looks out on to the busy Aberdeen streets – it also looks into a bunch of flats on the other side of the road but that’s an entirely different story – anyway, most days I sit watching the sun beat down through the rainy, sleety, hail, wondering what items of clothing I should use to get me home in one piece. As the weeks progress I tend to build up quite a wardrobe of clothing next to my chair from which to make a selection. My colleagues will often make suggestions as the afternoon passes, but as the home time bell draws near, their ideas begin to change faster than an ebay auction price at closing time. Of course inevitably I’ll end up choosing my trusty old lycra cycling tights. Keep a look out for me if your SatNav breaks and you find yourself this far north, they look great with the sombrero.
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