Usually an afternoon trip to one of the slightly shabby coffee shops on Grays Inn Road is an excuse to escape the newsroom for a bit of air (Presenter Carl Dinnen writes). Today though the sun is threatening to turn the tarmac into a sticky goo. The trip out is more a reminder of how pleasant our air conditioned (slightly shabby) production space is.
On the way out of the building I cross paths with our film producer Iain Overton who remarks that it's 'hotter than a snake's ass in a wagon rut'. A new one on me. I suppose it's the opposite of 'colder than a well-digger's ass' (Tom Waits, that).
I once came across a snake in a Humvee rut in the desert. Sadly for the snake it was there before the Humvee. It was hot and dead. Smart chap that Iain. Wouldn't sell a chicken on a wet day (work it out). Another colleague idly wonders if it might be warmer here than in Beirut. A quick online check reveals that it's 32C in London and 32C in Beirut. Bet they're not talking about the weather in Beirut.