Unseasonal sunrays sparked rash wardrobe decisions across London this weekend. The city was littered with people wearing cargo shorts and flip-flops, overly keen to bask their pallid English legs in temperatures 16 degrees warmer than normal for this time of year. They could kind of get away with it during the day, as they got drunk in sun-drenched beer gardens, but once night fell (about 4pm) they started turning blue and convulsing, slurring their words through chattering teeth as they tried to convince you that they weren't freezing cold. Put your toes away buddy - it’s fucking February!