Blonde's Eye View: Not hot but very cool

They talk about it being soulless, so far away, a succession of chain eateries and pubs they'd never want to go to.

For most of the year they are right.

But the Met office are predicting a heatwave this summer, complete with government warnings to paint buildings white and plant shrubbery for shade. Soho is beginning to look a bit hot under the collar.

Their 19th century office buildings may be full of character, but they don't have air con.

Last year (when let's face it, summer was a washout) they hit 32C inside. This year they'll be losing pints of sweat while we sit at climate controlled desks.

Outside the streets of Soho will be clogged with smog, thick with sticky bodies, overrun with tourists who know no better than to head to the epicentre of a volcano when it's about to erupt.

Wharfers will be enjoying a drink and the refreshing breeze by the river.

Three years ago it got so hot in W1 that the Victorian electricity supply overloaded and packed up.

They had four-hour blackouts on and off for days. We have an entire underground system linking offices, shops, bars, trains, all perfectly lit, chilled and enjoyed.

When the heat is on, us Brits will always ignore the Government's pleas to take sensible precautions, in favour of getting drunk in the sun.

I'll be sneaking out the office for a cheeky rose with the underarms of my top the same colour as when I arrived.

I'll enjoy my second under shady trees, breathing the fresh air from the river.

So, tell me Soho, who's laughing now?