I like the hot weather.

I like the smell of carbonised beef being burnt to a cinder on a BBQ. I like the snot that runs down my nose and the constant sneezing brought on by my hay fever. I like the anticipation brought about by the new ways that Magnum manage to market a choc-ice on a stick.

And I like the fact that the young ladies show off a lot more skin.

So I'm standing on the tram and texting with one hand, which is no mean feat given that I am also holding a comically over-sized bag and hanging on for dear life as the tram falls to shakes, rattles and rolls its way along.

As I'm texting I notice that the lens of my camera is pointing directly down the cleavage of a young lady wearing a nice pink sun-dress. Now she is no Kirsty Gallagher but she was pretty, she had long curly dark red hair, a smile that sent shivers down my spine and really, really huge headphones. I'm sure I could take a quick picture! No one will have ever thought of using a camera phone for taking these sorts of pictures.

And then I realised that there is a very fine line between candid, amateur photography and being a pervert.