It’s funny the things that stay with you.
Back in the early 1980s I spent nearly a year of my life in Sydney, and so caught pretty much a year’s worth of – er – weather forecasts. I do remember – one particular day – when the temperature was described as ‘a bone-chilling seven degrees’. And ever since then, that chilly Sydney day has stayed with me as a sort-of benchmark.
I’m just back from Sainsbury’s. It’s seven degrees. And it’s bl**dy cold.
We’re talking Centigrade here, and of course we do get lower temperatures – that could genuinely be called ‘freezing’. On one very bright, chilly dog-walking morning in February it was around minus fourteen – or seven Fahrenheit.
We really ought to have a song from that time and place – with Chrissy Amphlett on vocals: