Sweat in the City

So its predicted to be a blistering 36C today. Already the tubes are unbearably hot, train lines are buckling, buses are glasshouses. Londoners are melting by 8.30am. I'm tempted to get a washing up bowl and fill it with water for under my desk. Glorious as the weather is, its horrid when you can't be outside and are instead trapped in a non-airconditioned old building with a pedistal fan doing its best but failing miserably. Roll on the weekend!