Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun. The toughest Burmese bandit can never understand it. In Rangoon the heat of noon is just what the natives shun: They put their scotch or rye down and lie down. In the jungle town where the sun beats down to the rage of man or beast, The English garb of the English sahib merely gets a bit more creased. In Bangkok at twelve o'clock they foam at the mouth and run, But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun. - Noël Coward, 1931
Come now Nelson. Surely you are familiar with the ancient Lowest (England) traditional May Day use of the Fish Slapping Dance?
Fish...!? So that pillock of an admiral has even won you over, eh, hook, line, and sinker. How deplorable.Follow me.chatterTeach me, Darling~!murmurFirst, Jervis, you have to get a happi from Houshou-san.murmurSaury FestivalFLAAAAAASHNaval BaseWhat are you doing, Nelson? We're going out fishing now.Saury SpiritAnd Warspite, what's with the vegeta... wait, how did you change so fa—
Too bright! Turn it off!Don't phrase it that way. Come now, go change your clothes too, chop chop.Things will get busy starting from today, Nelson.Hectic here, isn't it. Is there something going on?Ark!!! What's with that equipment!!!?