SICK of day after day of shit summer weather? Try to cope by refusing to admit it’s happening. Ardent Brexiter Roy Hobbs shares the tips he’s learnt.
Delude yourself
All these woke types keep telling me this summer’s been rubbish, but anyone smart like me can see it’s just a lie made up to support their bollocks global warming propaganda. It’s been the same as every summer I remember when I was a kid: wall-to-wall sunshine, and no, that’s not me remembering it wrong. I got sunburnt in July. OK, so I was on holiday in Tenerife, but that’s not the point.
Ignore the experts
The media claim we had one of the wettest Julys on record, but that’s just statistics, and you can make statistics say whatever you want. Remember when Michael Gove said we’d had enough of experts? Well, he was right. I’ve had it up to here with meteorologists trashing our great country’s rainfall levels. They’re definitely all lefty Remoaner bastards.
Look to your heroes for guidance
You know who doesn’t believe in climate change? Nigel Farage. Like me, he reckons the wet weather this summer is just a good old British blip, rather than anything to do with a disruption of weather patterns due to global warming. Anyway, the sun came out for three minutes last Monday, so Nige must be right that everything is fine.
Use your favourite meaningless soundbites
The wokerati metropolitan elite in their Islington ivory towers are the ones who want you to believe we’re having a shit season, when we’re not. And even if we were, our British bulldog Blitz spirit would see us through. Summer means summer, after all. We just need to take back control. It’s the will of the people.
Make it about immigrants
See those pictures on the news of illegal immigrants getting on board their taxpayer-funded Bibby Stockholm barge? Spot any umbrellas? Exactly. Why would all these foreigners keep coming here from hot countries in little boats if the weather was shit? They’re expecting balmy temperatures so they can enjoy cocktails on the deck of their luxury floating hotel, all paid for by hard-working British people like me. Well, I retired ten years ago on a hefty final salary pension, but you get my point.