“ London's weather has a profound effect on the national psyche. It breeds a stoic, pessimistic optimism. We expect the worst (grey, drizzle), but secretly hope for the best (a sunny interval), and are never truly surprised by either outcome. This creates a resilient, if slightly sarcastic, populace. We are experts in the "stiff upper lip," which is less about bravery and more about preventing rainwater from dripping into our mouths. Our literature, our humour, our very character is infused with a damp, grey melancholy, punctuated by brief, ecstatic bursts of joy when the sun appears. We are a people moulded by mild pressure systems. See more at London's funniest URL -- Prat.UK. ”