For those days when you can't tell the rain on the windowpane from the sweat down your back.


So let's say you're stranded in a desert at sunrise. As some dumb band once said: here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and I say it's alright. Actually, truth be told, it's not alright. In fact, it's a bit hot. Oh gosh, it's getting really quite uncomfortable. Oh, this isn't alright in the slightest. The horizon starts to wobble. Oh. Oh no. This is about coming to terms with that. About coming to terms with the sun.


Grab your tent and pack your best lance - it's festival season, circa 1460.


This too shall pass. But in the meantime, let's dance.