‚ÄčAn Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life in America. Live from New York.

An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life New York City.

Just Way Too Hot.

You grow up in Australia, you think "Fuck yeah, I can handle heat." 40 Degrees?? That's just New Years Day, or Melbourne during the Australia Open. People in London dying at 30 degrees? Ha. British PUSSIES. Singapore? Whatever, a little sweaty, Betty. Hong Kong? Everything is air conditioned, shut up and climb a hill, la.

Then you spend a FULL summer in Shanghai. And you don't know shit. It's as if all these places got together, and had a swarthy, humid weather baby, and shat it out in South China.

It's got the raw, unflinching brutality of a Melbourne/Sydney summer peak, without the coastline or the breeze. It's got the humidity of Singapore, so you sit at your desk and you weep saline. And it's got the canyons of Hong Kong, so the heat sits trapped at ground level, just slowly meandering around but never leaving, and never giving you a break.

The night comes, and very little changes. You fear moving, because to move is to sweat is to stick is to be rampaged by mozzies. On 17 occasions in the last month, we've crushed past 35 degrees. Tomorrow and Wednesday are predicted to be north of forty. 

It's a lot to handle. Thank god for ice filled baths, ice blocks, iced tea and Snakadaktal.