anticlimactic

I've always wondered what they keep in those orange and purpley-pink pipes. I imagined it might be more exciting than dusty blue rope.

I do like it when the weather turns amusingly changeable and amusingly changes to really damp and rainy just as people have to start thinking about leaving work and find that the light, fashionable clothes they chose that morning are apparently insufficient. Particularly vulnerable are all these silly people wearing modern, ill-fitting trousers whose low-riding waistbands are ill-suited to not falling down at the best of times but especially when the legs beneath are sopping wet. One of them seemed especially uncomfortable just after he attempted to run across the road and jump up the kerb. Maybe the coldness of his damp trousers soothèd him.