“The wind outside! We talk about the weather a lot in Ireland but the truth is that this country is mild. It is cold and wet but if we look at, for example, the North Americas we see a continent that deep in its heart wishes to kill people, however much it has been tamed in recent centuries. A continent that quite often rears up biting like a late-adopted collie, drowning or burning you or simply moving your house out of Kansas without prior agreement. But the wind right now, I can hear it through the walls. I have to go out in an hour and wondered about clothing but there’s nothing that will help. And it’s not just wind, it’s gusts. It allows you three hundred yards of calm perambulation before slapping you in the face like a mother told a joke about the clergy.”
Distorte, who’s quite funny and can really write.
