Ever noticed how the clouds in Britain take issue with each other? America has vast clouds that live miles apart. Above India, the clouds are temperamental. Having a tantrum, sending monsoons in anger. Above London? They’re all squashed together. Cockney clouds are fighting for airspace.
“Get outta ma way bruv, tryin’ ta shape maself like an island, innit!”
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Hahah, now that’s an image. I really like reafing your stuff because it’s pretty quick.
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Thank you, Merry. 🙂
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Great images!
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Thank you, Mershon.
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ha-ha-ha! 😀
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Tru tho, innit. 😛
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Cloud crowds?
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Like the London Underground. 🙂
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HAHAHAHA. HILARIOUS.
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Thank you.
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More than our fair share of occluded fronts … I blame Brexit!
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Ruddy EU, they can take their migrant clouds back once we get Brexit delivered!
Still a more likely claim than £350 mil for the NHS
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In a nutshell!
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I’ve never thought about cloud differences in this way. Interesting…
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It’s alright until they rough each other up and we get a thunderstorm…
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this is amazing!!!
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Thank you, Rachel.
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We have just one huge cloud today. It ate all the other clouds. If that don’t say “America”. :v
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Bwhaha! Doh!
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Hahaha clouds, too, have their own culture. Love it!
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I like to think so. Cheers!
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Living in Southern California cloudy days are much more rare here than the UK. 🙂
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You all live spread out in California though right? Clouds are just taking cues from the humans below.
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You’re funny.
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tropical clouds may well be the gypsies.
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Arf!
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As a Londoner, I approve this message
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Heh, good ta hear. 🙂
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Yep this seems to be the case.
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It is rather, heh.
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This has references that ignorant colonist-me doesn’t get, but I’ve been to the U.K., walked London at night in the rain and fog (pretty little me didn’t get knifed either, nice enough) then, next day, of all things I saw a 1968-69-ish Firebird blowing down Kensington High St.. Seen Edinburgh castle at night, drank brandy with a Spanish couple in Ruthin Castle… and f*cking loved every second of it.
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I kinda see it that clouds over each nation have their own personalities. That’s all heh.
Sounds like a darn good tour of Britain, Ash.
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You just officially switched my cloud game from “What does that one look like” to “Hmmm. Wonder what that one’s thinking!!!” Love it! Cheers!!! 🙂
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Arf. An interestin thought aye? 😛
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It truly is! 🙂
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