Red sky in the morning - pants are on fire.
We all love these old sayings, their meaning buried in the mists of time.
Apples and pears, thieving east end urchins, oi oi come 'ere, give 'em back. etc. That one more commonly heard around market stalls in That London.
This morning we were treated to the red sky referred to above, apparently - I couldn't tell, and indeed this picture might not contain any red either.
That's mystic vision for you, can't always see what's in front of your nose.
The internet was awash with great pictures of the sky, and the exclamations of early risers.
That's unintentional innuendo.
Time for a beer - that picture above, it looks nothing like it did this morning, after all where are the dragons and the mithral volcanic rain?
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