Every few years in London it gets to be some number in the idiotic Celsius degrees that cause millions of pasty white Anglo-Saxons to march down to their nearest rocky beach and burn themselves crimson. Sure, decent wage earning Brits routinely invade the beaches of Southern Europe throughout the year, but when they start flocking to Brighton, it’s like some kind of evolutionary gambit. How many will die beneath the scorching 78 degree burning heat? Was it wise to ever disrobe the layers of animal furs and trenchcoats that keep the alabaster skinned Northerners internal body temperatures at survivable levels? Many will perish along these beaches. But the Brits will sally forth.
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