I got money in my pocket, got a tiger in my tank

I, Claudius. Raleigh Chopper bikes. The Rolling Stones at Knebworth. The Muppet Show. Scholl sandals. The CN Tower. Björn Borg. Dancing Queen. Double-denim. Multi-Coloured Swap Shop. The Grunwick strike. Brotherhood of Man winning Eurovision. The National Theatre. Elsie Tanner. Noah and Nelly. Porn cinemas. The Ford Fiesta. John Curry. The Bionic Woman. Cod Wars. The InterCity 125. Fry’s Turkish Delight. Corduroy. James Hunt. Jeremy Thorpe. Photos from Mars. The EEC. The Fall and Rise of Reginald Perrin. Notting Hill riots. Jimmy Carter. Concorde. The New Avengers. Jim Callaghan. The maxi dress. Nadia Comaneci. The International Monetary Fund. Plagues of Ladybirds. The IRA. Punk. The Good Life. Space Hoppers. The Omen. Elton John and Kiki Dee...

...and, of course - the beautiful, brilliant, seemingly never-ending heatwave!

Usually, every time the long, hot Summer of 1976 is featured here at Dolores Delargo Towers, it's because the tabloids are making a meal out of a couple of hot days back-to-back (inevitably followed by a deluge - a typical British summer). But this year's summer is actually heading to be a rival to that fabled year. Give or take a few localised and very fleeting thunderstorms (that hardly wet the floor, despite their - ahem - thunderousness), our bit of London has had no real rain since around Eurovision! To top that, throughout most of June and the whole of July, temperatures have hardly settled below the mid-20s C (and at the moment, the mid-30s) - which is good for flowers, but not so good for sleeping.

Nevertheless, we will continue to hark back in our pursuit of suitable "heatwave choons" - and here, from July forty-two years ago - is another one of 'em:

David Dundas – Jeans on

I can't hear that song without thinking of summer...