The Dullest Blog: The Magners Glasgow Comedy Festival edition
So spring has sprung, or at least its springing. The idea is that it gets a bit sunnier, greener and warmer and everyone starts using the park. Oh aye, these part-time park users plant their seasonal arses on my bench that I’ve been planting my arse on in my park all flippin' winter. Then come the students; emerging from their happy council tax-free flats and converging in the park to throw items of various shapes at each other in the name of sport. Thanks to the Chinese for inventing exams to chase them all back inside.
In spring, in every park in every town a pair of pasty white knees hanging out of poor fitting shorts will pass a heavy woolen overcoat and scarf because its winter-come-summer time. A transitional time of year, a time of uncertainty, when things they are a-changing. Apparently nobody likes change. Yet, 83% of Britons name spring as their favourite time of year*
Its a time for celebrating life/eating spring lamb. Enjoying the smell of freshly cut grass/stocking up on hayfever medication. Watching things grow/mowing the lawn. Bewaring the ides of March/being an April fool. Soaking up Easter sunshine/getting soaked in April showers.
There is a fine line between all these things. That fine line is the forward slash. Its just a simple punctuation line/dash and/or stroke/slash but where in the world wide web would we be without it?
* this may/may not be true.
See Elaine, along with Susan Calman and a bunch of other funny women, in the Wicked Wenches Special at Glasgow Women's Library on Friday 26 March
8:30pm,£8/£5