It is unspeakably hot. In

It is unspeakably hot. In an airless and sticky kinda way. God knows how I would cope if I lived in Bombay or Calcutta or Ho Chi Minh City or wherever.
I was going to go down the park this evening, but I’m so hot I think it would be rude. So instead, I’m going to stay in, read my newly-arrived September issue of Wallpaper* and possibly fix up a few more tunes for radio grayblog.