Sure Signs Summer Is Here

You know summer has arrived when there's nothing but test cricket and crappy movies on the telly, and even non-commercial radio seems to have gone on break.

Meanwhilst, back at the office, the usual jokes about the lack of winter heating have gradually but definitively changed into jokes about the lack of summer air-conditioning.

On the streets and in the shopfronts, fake snow and tinsel ice crystals remind us that the annual winter solstice festival is nigh - a festival in which we all hooray the birth of the sun and the death of winter, and which makes about as much sense in sunny, Mediterranean Perth, Australia, as celebrating the Queens' birthday in October instead of, oh, say, 21st April.

All that's left now to confirm the onslaught of summer is the return of the white cockatoos, otherwise known as "Shut the fuck up, you little buggers!" but more properly as the Little Corella. They're a little late this year, which does raise the hope among those of us who live near the river that the darling little creatures have found new summer stomping grounds. Somehow, it doesn't really seem like summer without their incessant screeching at 4am, but I'd be kidding if I said they were badly missed.

And today's words of wisdom are:

Odd Spot #93:
Like fingerprints, everyone's tongue prints are different.