Summer In The City
It doesn't seem that long since I was building igloos in the back garden and now here we are in midst of a heatwave with experts predicting that Scotland will have record-breaking temperatures this week. Driving across Glasgow tonight I noticed that some jolly pranksters had decided to open a few hydrants and create roadside fountains. What fun. Unless of course their house catches light tonight and firefighters have to tackle the blaze with water pistols. Killjoy? Who, me?
Anyway I have to thank Tom Morton for reminding us that not every part of Scotland is in the grip of a heatwave. I was listening to Tom present his show from Shetland yesterday afternoon as he described the dreich weather and the "fog or sea-mist" that was engulfing the islands. No luck, Tom! Moments later he passed on a message from his producer in Aberdeen who had told him it was "a scorcher" in the granite city. It was certainly roasting in Clydebank yesterday as we sought refuge in a cool, dark cinema to watch . It wasn't bad - a bit long, perhaps - but what struck me was the overtly religious symbolism of the whole movie. Lots of references to Superman as a "god" and " a saviour" who had been sent to Earth by his father to show us the light. Even the imagery of Superman ascending to the heavens had the look of a painting. I'm surprised there's not been more a fuss made about this.
Anyway, back to the heatwave. In the car tonight I was listening to Bryan Burnett present Summer of Song and boy am I glad we decided to extend this programme beyond its original run of ten weeks. And tonight, as a joke, Bryan played a snatch of Bing Crosby singing White Christmas. You know, it actually made you feel cooler justing listening to it. Maybe we should make a policy to play songs about snow when the temperatures soars. After all, no one ever want to hear them in December.
Or maybe the heat is finally getting to me. 
