The English man is noted for his sang froid, which translated means his usual bloody cold

On Sunday, I went to sit in a damp, chilly playground in Brixton.

( Wow, that sounds like fun! )

Why does the sun go on shining?

Oh for heaven's sake. It's raining again

At this rate, I feel we should all be much more worried about the need for an ark than about anything a bunch of whitecoats are getting up to in Cern.

My Mercury's in retrograde

Elbow ?

Elbow ?

Oh, come on.

Sheepish edit: Note to self. Elbow != Embrace. I shall stop thinking disgusted thoughts at the Mercury judging panel.