Say early-to-bed Brits, after moaning about the heat. In winter the same Brits were moaning about the cold and the shortness of the days. In spring they were overheard commenting on the changeability of the weather. They also made it known that they found autumn too blowy and grey.
A spokesman for the weather read out a statement. "I haven't change much recently. You just expected me to become the south of Spain. Fuck knows why."
A spokesman for the tilt of the planet suggested that you all take a flying fuck at the moon.