London is supposed to be the most exhilarating city on the planet during summer.

There's an intoxicating buzz that overwhelms the capital - people get pie-eyed out on Soho pavements; families spend long loungey afternoons in gastro pub gardens and the parks are drenched with half-naked bodies attempting to get some tannage action.

In short, the London summer is fabulous. And the Brits know how to enjoy it the most, and have no shame by the annual race to who can get sunburnt the quickest. But here's the thing: it’s now August and we are willing and waiting to get sunstroke and get pissed in pub gardens - but it seems that Global Warming has ballsed up our summer.

It’s impossible to make plans - sitting in Dulwich Park nibbling soggy pork pies under an umbrella is no fun, whatsoever – and planning your wardrobe has never been so muddling. When we prepare for rain the sun belts its rays out, and when the morning shows off its sunkissed glory, we end up at work freezing our nips off and scurrying straight home with a right face on.

But never fear dear fellow Brits. The summer we treasure will soon be with us. Stay positive, as moaning will only keep those treasured boozy evenings after work a distant memory.