I'm sitting here in my underpants because it's a stinking hot, humid, Durban night. Having nothing better to do I put through a rare telephone call to my sister in Jo'burg.....and, of course, the conversation turned to the weather.

After listening to my complaints about the heat she countered smugly by saying 'It's lovely and crisp up here in the mornings and the evenings.'

'Yeah' I retorted 'its crisp down here too....like bacon'