The name of the blog would only be a curse if read by anyone. So...I shall continue without apology as this is how *I* roll. As the saying goes.
At the moment (16:55 GMT) the sun is making a rare appearance in this little part of Scotland. This has to be one of the worst summers ever, according to the boffins it is because the jet stream moved - it can jolly well move back. Was watching an excellent BBC prog this week called Volcano Live. Volcanoes being a dangerous interest for both me and Hobbits alike - they mentioned a Byron poem 'Darkness' which was written in 1816, the year without summer.
Caused by a volcano spewing forth in the Dutch East Indies the previous year it got me thinking (for I have nothing better to do with my time). What if this is caused by last years eruption of Eyjafjallajökull up in Iceland? Wouldn't that make sense?
I also think if you can pronounce Eyjafjallajökull you should get a free holiday to Iceland with a visit to all the volcanoes for free - I have been practising.
John Martin - The Destruction of Herculaneum and Pompeii
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