“In tropical climes there are certain times of day When all the citizens retire, to tear their clothes off and perspire. It’s one of those rules that the biggest fools obey, Because the sun is far too sultry and one must avoid its ultry-violet ray — Papalaka-papalaka-papalaka-boo. (That’s natives) Digariga-digariga-digariga-doo. The natives grieve when the white men leave their huts, Because they’re obviously, absolutely nuts —
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun.” (Noel Coward; 1931)
Mad dogs and Englishmen and so it would seem, stupid, sun stroked, squirrels.
Hi guys, sorry for the short absence. I was recuperating. Last Tuesday, I popped down to the neighboring island republic of Singapore and I had a few hours to kill. So I decided to do a tour of the Marina Bay area including the Theaters on the Bay, Merlion Park, and along the Singapore River all the way to the Clarke Quay. Basically a number of boat tours are available covering the same area but this skinflint squirrel was happy to walk the entire distance to save paying the USD 29 tour fees besides the entire distance could not have been more than about 4 inches as seen on the tourist map!
And so, in the company of a few mad dogs and a scattering of similarly mad tourists, I went out in the mid-day sun without even a hat or an umbrella. I had a bottle of water in my backpack but somehow I failed to use it. Three hours later, overheated, exhausted and sweat soaked, I managed to stagger into an air-conditioned food court. I thirstily and rapidly quaffed three large cups of icy cool sweetened liquids.
That was another mistake. Suddenly my core body temperature plummeted due to the cold drinks and the action of the air-conditioning on my sweat soaked clothing. I began shivering and had to go back out it the sun to feel warm.
Basically, I got sun stroked and my body’s temperature regulation system was placed out of whack. My head throbbed, my muscles ached, I developed a really bad cough and a mouth ulcer and I have been ill for the last few days.
The moral of the story is …..that mad dogs and Englishmen are bad influences on innocent squirrels.