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The Yorker gives you the rundown of what's Hot and what's Not in Freshers' Fortnight.
HOT
Ok, so it might sound obvious, but the weather is undoubtedly HOT, in more ways than one! You just have to look across campus this week to see that everyone is out there enjoying the sunshine. All you need to do is look at the clothing…hoodies have been relegated to the back of the wardrobe, flip-flops are out, the tops are off and the skirts are shorter. Hopefully these last two not on the same person but, with the lacrosse club out there, you never know. Here's hoping the weekend gets better.
If you’ve managed to avoid having a barbeque this week, I don’t know whether you deserve a medal or a slap. It seems I can’t move, whether on campus or off, without smelling one. But this is just the way it should be. In the summer sun, there is simply no other way to cook. But get creative. There’s a limit to how many hot dogs one person can eat. Buy some kebabs, chicken legs, or, if you have the time, make your own burgers – the Thai lime burger I had made for me last week certainly beat those bought 10 for £1!!
First, find a bit of spare grass – your garden, someone else’s garden, that tiny piece of grass outside your block – then buy a paddling pool, spend several hours transporting water outside in any receptacle you can find (bins work well!) and then let the water fights commence! There is nothing better to do on a boiling summer’s day than to loll about in a paddling pool with a cold beer. Plus, once you’re done drinking, you can devise some pretty fun games with beer cans – floating Carlsberg cans + sinking Carling cans = paddling pool bowls!
NOT
Now I know it’s a well known fact about the British that we like to moan – and I can whinge about nothing as well as the next person – but if I have to hear the words “God, I wish it wasn’t so hot” one more time, I am going to be guilty of GBH. This is Britain. We don’t get much sun. Revel in it while it lasts! Besides, I know very well that the minute the sun has gone, all I’ll hear for the rest of the summer is ‘Why is it never hot in Britain? I hate British weather.’ People – learn to be content!
Sweat, hayfever, grass rash, insect bites, sunburn, needing a wee while sitting in the middle of 22 acres…I think you get the picture. Summer comes along, and while the rose-tinted view of sitting outside, sunbathing and chilling is all well and good, our bodies bring us back down to reality with a bump. Urgh.
Now there are two ways in which this is definitely not hot. Firstly, people wearing jeans, leggings and Ugg boots when its 25Ëš out. This just boggles my mind. Admittedly, I am the kind of person who spends many a rainy day sliding around in flip-flops, and shivers in strappy tops and skirts until about November, but summery clothes are just nicer. Why would you eschew them for the same dull winter clothes you’ve been wearing for 6 months? Secondly, are the people who wear far too little. Spending a day on the beach in swimwear – fine. Walking around town in the same attire – unnecessary. I like a hot topless man as much as the next girl, but for some reason it’s always the fat men with beer bellies that seem to get their tops off. Nice.
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