It Is Too Hot

For those of you in the know, I am about a week into my shirt wearing journey. This has not been too bad (apart from the elongated shower drying time), but the warm weather is beginning to get to me.

I usually do not wear a great deal whilst I sleep. However, in the name of three beers and some serious Mann points I have had to.

First problem. I sleep nude. I have to wear a shirt 24/7. I look ridiculous in just a shirt an no bottoms, even if no one is there to see it! (and I can assure you, no one is). So I not only have to wear the worlds worst shirt ( I'm resisting using "gayest" as that could be construed as a hate crime), but I also have to find suitably bilious down stairs clothing.

Pants.

Large boxers located I now attempt to counter the heat. I'll admit, it isn't that hot. I live in Lincoln. But compared to the temperatures I have come accustomed too it feels as though I am the only person celebrating hot day in a ski suit. While Jogging. In an enclosed space. Next to a radiator. A radiator that is stuck on hyper-hot.

I decided to open my window. This has helped a cooling breeze breezing (I could not think of a better verb) its way across my face. Bliss. On a related note, why on earth do birds and the elderly wake up so early?! When I used to work the morning shift at Crown Pools in Ipswich there would always be a queue of soon-to-be obituary page fillers hurrying me along to open the pool. They would swim until about 8am then (I assume) huddle round a market stall and then go home to watch loose women and countdown. Why not have a lay in and negate the need for an afternoons dose of Jeff Stelling?! You would be able to stay up late and watch a prime time period drama instead. Anyway, whether I want to get up a 6am each morning or not is immaterial as this is what these feathered, winged, bipedal, endothermic (warm-blooded), egg-laying, vertebrate shits and these aging, hairy-lobed, crinkled, incontinent, Werther's original eating twats have foisted upon me.

Crown Pools in Ipswich

So do I get hot and get no sleep or stay cool and get no sleep? You decide (seriously, it is this or a toss a coin).


Additional: Apparently my trophy for Day of Mann 2011 (29th April 2011) is not exciting enough. If anyone wants to send in any ideas or sketches of how you think I could jazz this fucker up either comment on this blog or send your ideas to owenjohnston88@msn.com.


Additional 2#: I apologise for the bad language, but as you may be able to deduce from this blog I have not been getting anywhere near enough sleep!