Being hot and having the lyrics and tune to Santana's Smooth going through your head is one thing, being so hot that you start calling a guy Rob Thomas when he is called Roger Thomas means you need a splash of cold water. The office has been hot, and so have I. However, Met Office is warning for storms the next two days.

The sun has certainly been welcomed, even if the extra degrees centigrade haven't. I'm untanned - barely even beyond my usual raw pink - but I've had a loose tie and rolled up sleeves. There's plenty of attractive people that crawl out of Weston's woodwork in the heat, they obviously hide the rest of the year. If anything makes me want to lose excess weight - and to have laser hair treatment - it's the idea of being able to walk around coolly and get a nice bronze, but heck, I feel self-conscious just wearing a t-shirt and no other top.

Weston is just really good in bright light, except for the masses of people, it's a nice place sometimes

I bumped into my old economics and business planning tutor Mike during lunch today and had a good catch up.