So I’m talking to my brother yesterday. He’s in Greece where it’s a scortching 40 degrees, compared to the 15 degrees celcius we’ve got going in London right now. I remember that heat, and honestly don’t miss it. Not one bit. That heat where it’s hard to think, much less move.

Thing is though while I could imagine his feeling of heat, he goes I’m going to get a coke. So over the phone I hear him get a can, crack it open, here him slowly pour it into a glass, the ice cubes start cracklying on the side of the glass. He takes a nice long sip of it and ends it all off with a massive ‘AHHHH’. I’ve never wanted a coke so much in my life.

The whole experience reminded me of the Samuel Jackson scene in ‘Pulp Fiction’ where they’re at the apartment with the 4 kids, and he asks him if he could have some of his burger. Close up of the burger, and then the line

'Hmmm now that's one tasty burger. What kind of burger is this? A Kahuna burger? That's one tasty burger. Mind if I have some of your beverage to wash down this tasty burger?'

I can’t possibly be the only person who really wanted a Kahuna burger at the end of that scene.