I HOPE the hot weather is still with us by the time you read this, but it could just as easily be snowing, flooding or droughting. Okay, droughting is not a word but I don’t care.

As I write, in the Tropic of Uxbridge, it is around 30C degrees and I’m buoyed by the liberation you feel on a hot summer’s day. I might even do something crazy, like mix up the recycling.

Writing indoors with the windows open, I can hear my late mum telling me I should be ‘running about in the fresh air’.

Thankfully, I will get out in the garden later as Mr F is planning to throw a steak on the barbie (and hopefully a veggie sausage or two).

For now, though, I’m shouting at the radio, because listeners have just been told how to cope with the hot weather.

Oh Lordy – do we really need to hear we should sit in the shade and drink lots of liquids?

n We were at a sell-out event at Beck Theatre last week, where people paid to be shouted at.

It was Fawlty Towers – The Dinner Show, in which the actors interacted closely with the diners.

My favourite moment was when Basil decided one table contained a party of Germans, and a Polish diner quipped that he hoped they weren’t going to invade his table.

Also, when dishing out the non-meat meals (a delicious cheesy thing in a pastry case) Basil barked out, ‘Now then, who are the tarts?’

When I put up my hand, he shouted, “Right, I knew it!”

Sometimes the humour was a bit ‘carry on’ and repetitive though: Manuel pronouncing ‘cook’ as ‘cock’ only bears one telling. It makes you realise how clever the TV scripts were.

The food was delicious and there were proper waitresses, although Manuel decided he would balance several soups for our table.

Mr F ended up dancing with Sybil and we both found ourselves marching between the tables to Is This the Way to Amarillo?

Many diners said they would go again. If you fancy it – be ready to let your hair down.

The company (find out more at www.laughlines.net) returns on October 4. Get your tickets from the box office 020 8561 8371 – but be quick!