I used to watch the eponymous TV prog.
Mold-breaking, in its day.
But I remember a scene from one particular episode where hardened police Sergeant says to bitter undercover cop:
“Let’s hope the temperature doesn’t climb any hotter. If the mercury gets higher so will the body count.”
It was an observation that in warmer times people can be prone to lose their cool (ha ha!) and do things they might later regret.
I remember this scene because about 17.00 todayÂ in sunny south London (temp: 24.5c) I saw the logical in action.
Two car drivers, outside Camberwell, stopped to have a real ding dong in the middle of the road.
Neither vehicle had made contact with the other but,Â I suspect,Â one was keeping station too closely for the leading driverÂ to be comfortable with.
Did I say ‘ding dong’?
It was a real slagging match.
And aÂ fist was waved in the face of one driver,
Neither showed signs of backing down.
Neither did back down.
And then a passing police car pulled over and the driver of that vehicle intervened.
Then the matter was closed off.
Not why did he intervene.
Why did it happen?
Why do we let our self-control evaporate when we got warmer?
Why do we permit ourselves to become so… stressed out that we always seem to be living onÂ the verge of blowing upÂ when things we don’t like cross our field of vision?
I find it impossible to believe that this scene would have occurred in the dead of winter.
It was interesting to observe – and interesting to listen to.
But I’m thankful that we don’t carry guns as a matter of routine in this country.