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Monsoon Season Hits Warwick


There is this weird thing that bugs me—I can be a very particular, even peculiar person at times. This thing comes about when you speak to a fellow Warwickian who no longer lives in Warwick—a Warwickian expat if you will. Upon meeting a said expat, one often finds themself being greeted with the line "... and how is sunny Warwick?"

Sunny Warwick?

I've never heard people refer to anywhere else I have come into contact with as sunny wherever, it seems it is a purely Warwick phenomenon. I have never heard the names Sunny Cambridge, Sunny Oxford, Sunny Farnham, nor Sunny Croydon uttered by a single soul. Of course, I may be wrong.

Anyway, it finally dawned on me today why Warwickians say this. It would appear that it is just a very clichéd use of irony as when it rains in Warwick—which it does regularly—it really rains. So after all of those years of thinking no-one from Warwick understood irony it would appear that I was wrong.

Needless to say, the summer monsoon in Warwick is in full flow. Warwick is definitely the Amazon to Farnham's Sahara and I now remember why I prefer the weather in Surrey. I bet that in Farnham it's probably been blazing sunshine all day!

The picture shows the view from my old bedroom window. You can't see the rain but you can just about make out how drenched everything is. Note the dilapidated state of my neighbour's shed.

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