it has rained for what seems like 40 days and 40 nights here. throughout this time the mere suggestion of sunshine has seemed an outrageous lie, crafted by some odious propaganda machine. but today, in a not-altogether-welcome turn, it is boiling. searing. when you step outside, you start to feel a bit crispy. your eyelids begin to melt and droop over your field of vision. i realise shooting film already marks me out as a dangerous dissenter, so in frank furtherance of my alleged metrosexual credentials can i say my purchase of the week, nay, year: aveda exfoliating shampoo. what? i told you i felt crispy. scalp included. boy i feel silky smooth. my soul is glowing. there, i said it.
