You could fry eggs on the footpath.
I've been in blissfully cool air conditioning for most of the day, only having a break when I pooped out to have lunch with a friend.
Tonight I plan to hole myself up in the local cinema to escape the heat and use somebody else's air conditioning.
But I have a problem.
I have an ear worm I'd like to get rid of before I go to the cinema.
We have a transport system here which is elitist and ineffective.
We have a public transport ticketing system which makes travelling if you're a visitor dreadfully hard - not the mention that the ineffective ticketing system that cost a billion dollars to make - and it still doesn't work that well. A billion dollars - like what!
The public transport company - which is privatised, spent a small amount of money on an advertising campaign to try and make people take a bit more care around railway platforms and level crossings - when it comes to advertising dollars, small bikkies.
This is the song that I have stuck in my head.
" Dumb Ways to Die" is the song in my head.
I feel embarrassed that I'm singing a song produced by Metro Trains.
But when I first saw this yesterday it had me tittering for an hour.
Off to the gym...
"... Use your private parts as pirhana baite..."
p.s. I love the corn in the bit about the unrefrigerated pie... this is gold stuff.
p.p.s Just a pity they can't be as successful making the trains run on time or developing our woeful public transport systems in many suburbs.