I have been working on well-ventilated air conditioned sites the last few weeks and these two days have been a revelation really, stepping out the doors every couple of hours and feeling like you've just got off a plane somewhere Mediterranean, that first punch of heat and the air feels hot on your lungs
We have had some lads working outside for us, though, and you see the stupid essex bravado take over. Have you put on suncream lads, i have 50 and 30 at the board there. Oh yeah of course we have mate, but he's red as beetroot; what's the point if you don't want to look after yourself at least a bit.
The glory of the air conditioned car; i was coming home yesterday listening to Kashif and got stuck at the bridge for half an hour- how bad does your luck have to be to wrap up in 38 degree heat at the edges of Essex- and you see the lads in the older motors that they haven't had re-gassed, all windows down, hoping the stale hot air will transform briefly to a gust of cool air. Red arms.
Only shame is that you get a cold beer in you at the end of the graft waiting for the cool of the evening to come and it never quite does, does it. Little bowl of olives with your madri so you can pretend you're in the costas. Have to stick your arse in the paddling pool just to feel something.
I've quite enjoyed it me. Going to stick my neck out again now I've typed for a bit