OK. I get it, it’s warm. The sun’s shining and temperatures have soared.

Everyone’s happier when the sun shines. You feel more alive, more vibrant, or so they would have us believe.

Actually, I think the reality is a little different. As a country, we’re more used to chilly weather – wrapping up against the cold, making sure you take your cardi with you, popping your umbrella in your bag ‘just in case’.

We don’t have air conditioning in our homes and offices (unless you happen to work in a bank) and all our buildings are insulated to within an inch of their lives. Once the heat’s in, that’s where it stays.

So much for being more vibrant.

A couple of days of warm weather and I have all the energy of a wrung out dishcloth.

Which poses the question: How do other people deal with the heat? You can hardly strip off and walk round the streets of Northwich semi-naked, can you?

I think the answer from anyone with a modicum of modesty, a hint of self-awareness, a tiny little bit of decency is: No you can’t.

Sadly, I’m not sure that message has quite got though to some of our townsfolk.

The sun barely has to poke through the clouds and off come the tops, revealing in all their glory the Celtic band tattoos, the faux-tribal ‘sleeves’ and the inky messages of undying love for Mum (or Dad or Tracey or Northwich Victoria).

Obviously, it’s men I’m talking about here. Once upon a time, it would have been exclusively young men but now you oldies appear to be getting in on the act as well. And old exposed flesh is far, far worse.

But sadly it seems women have joined in this flagrant display of bad taste as well.

Can someone please explain to me when it became acceptable for a woman to go shopping in Northwich, or any other town centre, dressed (I use the word loosely) in a bikini top and a pair of denim shorts cut so small they could have done double duty as underwear. I swear I witnessed that with my own eyes.

I would humbly suggest it is not acceptable, never has been and never will be.

And this is where the absence of self-awareness comes in. Believe me, you don’t look trendy or smart. Less small-town Rhianna and more Madge from Benidorm.

You just look a bit tawdry, revealing for the entire world to see the flabby bits that really should be kept under wraps.

Don’t get me wrong, there is a time and a place for men and women to dress (again I use the word loosely) like that. The time is called ‘summer holidays’ and the place is called ‘the beach’.

Unless I’ve missed something, Witton Street is not the Cote d’Azur, Bondi or the Copacabana.

What really frightens me is this lack of modesty seems to be becoming the norm. What a sad reflection of the world we live in.