There is a reason why everyone in Manchester is grumpy, pale, and pudgy, and it could have something to do with the fact that the weather is so miserable and dreary that noone in their right mind would ever want to leave the house.
According to some random statistics I found on the internet, the sunniest Western city/town (aside from Yuma, because to be honest, who gives a fuck about Yuma) is Phoenix with 4,020 hours of sunshine per year. Wellington, which to me has pretty much the right amount of sunshine hours, clocks in at 2,025 hours annually. That means that Phoenix is really quite sunny. On the other hand, the very, very, very other hand, in fact, a hand that isn’t even attached to your arm, is Manchester with 1,330 hours.
1,330 hours might sound like quite a few, but when you work it out, that’s not even 4 hours a day. But these “statistics”, well, I think they might have the slight flavour of bullshit. I spent my first summer in Manchester, and I use the word summer quite loosely, because basically it consisted of a few days where the temperature climbed just past 20C. That’s how hot we used to keep the office air-conditioning. I also estimate that the sun actually shines for only approximately 4 minutes per day.
The fact of the matter is: it is currently 27C in Houston and 12C in Manchester. It’s 10C in Wellington, and is 2AM and actually winter there! (Or close enough.) Argh, cold.
I know why the English drink so much tea – to warm their frozen mitts on the mug.
Did you know that 68% of statistics used as arguments are totally made up?
*g*
That’s me, with 10°C in Hamburg, and the dang storm driving everyone nuts
I have to say I love rain, but it’s sunny right now here in Manchester and you’ve got to live for the moment…
Yes, it’s gorgeous today! Although it’ll probably thunder this afternoon, knowing Manchester!
So why do you live in Manchester? I don’t understand.
I wanted to leave the States, but wasn’t ready to move back to NZ. I have friends from home who live here, so here I ended up.