So did we all enjoy the baking hot bank holiday last weekend? Makes a change to have a bit of nice weather, eh.

Have you noticed though, whenever there is a smidgen of hot weather, that the “annoy-ometer” gets cranked up to 11?

Yep, a chink of sun and the annoying people of this world just get louder. Why is that? It’s one of the world’s great mysteries.

There’s even been a programme about it on the Discovery Channel.

Firstly, there are people who aren’t happy just having terrible taste in music, they have to wind down their car windows, crank up the volume and let everyone else know they’ve got terrible taste in music.

Why can’t it be something I like for a change?

No one ever drives down the high street with My Pink Half of the Drainpipe by the Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band blurting out. Or Tom Waits’ God’s Away on Business.

Or Pigeons in Flight by the versatile singer-songwriter John Shuttleworth.

No, it’s always some horrendous pseudo-emotional R&B dirge – where any sane person can’t get to the radio fast enough to kick off the knobs and dials.

And why is the driver normally wearing a sleeveless T-shirt? It doesn’t look good. You’re probably not a body builder. Stop it!

And what about neighbours who – just as you’re about to relax in your back garden with an ice cold glass of Pimm’s and the latest copy of European Urology (yes, this magazine exists, trust me) – feels the need to get his angle grinder out.

Why couldn’t you have done that on a cold day when no one wants to sit outside? And don’t get me started on the sudden outbreak of Crocs and flip-flops.