By all reports the Midnight is currently doing it hard down in Oz with searing heat peaking at close to a hellish 40 degrees the past few weeks. Meanwhile The Saturday, moi, is toiling away in Hong Kong, enjoying early morning starts at less than 10 degrees, a wind chill factor off the harbour and people sneezing in my face and spitting at me.

To be fair the spitting is not related to how cold or hot it is but more about how obnoxious I can get. Still it’s better than the ad-hoc face slapping I used to get when I was younger and ‘fresher’.

And don’t start me on The Creature who is all the way over in Oregan with super-wintery conditions and up to his elbows in lambs… really up to his elbows in brand new little woolly things, prancing and baaing and hmmmm smothered in mint sauce….

The one thing however that all three of us contend with year in year out is (cue dramatic music and dramatic eye brow raising) – the dreaded man-cold!

OKay everyone settle down. This is a serious condition.

It can bring down the strongest, huskiest of us blokes and leaves us weakened and struggling through our day if not an enitre week… or so.

The clip below illustrates how serious this condition can be and the total lack of consideration our significant others really treat this terrible condition. For those of the fairer sex – please take careful note and exercise all care and concern when distributing the mission critical ‘diddims’ support.