Underneath my bed i have a vast drawer in which i keep a fresh and chilled cadaver. On such a night i drag whichever one is in there, provided, i have to say thankfully, by my butler, Bosley, and hold that fingerprintless recently deceased, usually female, body to obviously help me feel necessarily cooled, but also to feel the influence of their last living dream, stored somewhere in their deteriorating hippocampus, into mine. I learn so much of another world and all its emotional secrets, whilst of course staying perfectly fresh and unawoken by fiendish temperatures so that the next morning, with Bosley ever by my side, i get to plan my next unjust act against my lifelong enemy, Marks and Spencer and their agonisingly dreary "fashion" range.
Man up. It was 43 degrees over here the other day and I was moving house. That was hot.
Hope it's a little cooler next week!
In general it's been alright so far. Obviously still hot, but much milder than the average summer.
Pop your balls out of your boxers. Whichever side suits you best. Honestly, knocks at least 5 degrees off.