What, with the beautiful weather, it was decided that we would spend Sunday at Kew Gardens.
However, on discovering that public transport to Kew was diminished due to works, it was decided that we would take the car on a rare environment destroying jaunt.
It took an hour and a half. For a fourteen mile journey. In searing heat, facing south on the A406 into the midday sun.
And then, as though the grilled log jam was not frustrating enough, on came "Desert Island Discs" featuring the insufferable Annie Lennox, with her own ludicrous brand of what she believes to be profound, but which the rest of us take to be "common sense".
It was also a revelation to discover that, according to Lennox, the concept of 'the teenager' hadn't been invented yet when she was that age. Annie Lennox turned 13 in 1967. Four years after Beatlemania.
One assumes she missed it as she was probably as sanctimonious at that age as she remained for the rest of her days.
I sat there, dehydrated and agitated by the relentless heat, shouting at the radio, like a car-bound dog tormented by children, shouting in the vain hope that the woman would just go cease to exist. The heatstroke must have taken leave of my senses, as it never occurred to me to turn the radio off!
One of the longest journeys of my life. She was only on for thirty minutes, but I feel like I'll never recover.
And there are no help groups for victims of Annie Lennox's insufferability. Dreadful woman.
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