"A mild night, with temperatures 4 to 17 Celsius. That should cover it. We have to do this to cover our arses and avoid litigation. Crap, really. Shit! Was the mike on?

And we've just heard that tomorrow God will be on strike and we won't be having any weather at all of any kind.

"Hello, I'm Wincey Willis."

" ... which means we'll see a lot of those fluffy white things."

"Scorchio!"

Christ I'm soaked! I came out without a coat and umberella today.

If it is your fate to be rained on, you will be rained on. God will decide.