Flakes on Hawaii

“I’m soaked,” Seb excused himself from my attempt at a reunion hug from behind when I saw him in the Rhythm Factory. “It’s so hot!” He sounded annoyed. And yes, Britain has just “enjoyed” pretty much nine days’ of hot weather. This must be a record: isn’t the weather always breaking records these days? So have we been happy? Well not really; because people have found it too hot. Are we ever happy? No, is the short answer to that.

Later that night we attended AKA bar’s 10th birthday. As we negotiated our way into the correct queue fake snow fell upon us and onto the Narnia-themed guests who milled around. Of course: if it were winter we’d be throwing a Hawaiian party. What a perverse nation.