Monday morning in the rush, buzzing from turning a sprint into a jog. Quick stomps with heavy boots to spice up the season of endless beverages. Leave the temple to fix your screws because the whole gang stood with tears in the rain as Susan dropped this boggling compilation of classic London heat-stroke inducing vibes for you and only you. Big up Asquith for the Lobsterian fire. Susan shows deep approval. Ain't nothing regular degular about this one, folks.