Back then we were killing time, we were young and restless, we needed to unwind.

It's nearly Summer. This fills me with both endless optimism, and endless dread simultaneously. I love the sun and the heat don't get me wrong. I love summer fashion, and i practically live in gladiator sandals till November. I even, EVEN like the freckles that adorn my face and join up to create a perma tan. What i dont like are the following things:

Bees/wasps- Totally unesseccary ,humming, mood ruining things, which i just happen to be petrified of. The worst thing? Because my hair is orange they think its a flower, and therefore tend to flock around me. Pricks.

Sweat- Oh Hello, didn't realise i was actually a man and fail to simply pespire anymore.

The disappearace of Social Boundaries- Yes Slutty Girl it is TOTALLY appropriate for you to walk around in shorts and a bikini top in the middle of Guildford Town centre. The same goes for you flabby or chavvy man, i really wanted to see your underdeveloped chest and carpet on your belly. Unless you are Mila Kunis or Zac Efron, please refrain from offending my eyes.

Blaring Music from cars- I don't need to hear the top 40/dubstep/dance/trance/emo music blaring from your car. Please stop. i don't chose to listen to it in my own time, let alone want to be forced to hear it on my days off.

Endless ice cream vans- STOP tempting me. I'd quite like to be thin please. You are clearly sent by the devil.

Otherwise..Summer 2011, get in my life.