Outside Not Going In

Fortified by beer
and glasses of red
we braved the cold
and sat outside.

We were like the British
at the seaside
holding on to our deckchairs
in gale-force winds
eating our fish and chips
and still smiling.

Or, better still,
we were Jane Withers
on a camping holiday
laughing in the face of thunderstorms,
monsoons, hurricanes, tornadoes
with our fists to the sky
yelling 'Bring it on!!!!!!!'