The road tar is melting and grabbing at your thongs but it won't...

The road tar is melting and grabbing at your thongs but it won't deter you from reaching the fish and chip shop just so you can sit on a beach bench - sitting on top of the back part of course - and dig into the sweet smell of vinegar as the gulls circle playfully. As mums wash unruly tykes under the shower and rip off their trunks but the kids go off running just having the best fun with their tiny dicks flopping about and the dads too sunburned to chase 'cause the sun has beaten everyone into submission. Boys and girls, we got ourselves an old fashioned Heatwave.

Martha and the Vandellas