Like a Hawaiian water bungalow or a house made entirely of cookies, a hot tub is one of those creations in which it's almost impossible to be unhappy. Throw in champagne and a classic movie being broadcast on giant projector screens and prepare to be ultimately relaxed.
I am not one of life’s natural tennis players. At High School, I have clear and haunting memories of tennis lessons which consisted of hitting back the balls that were shot at me by The Ball Machine. The Ball Machine always struck me as a somewhat un-child-friendly contraption which was the equivalent of having a cannon fired at you, for a solid minute, with merely a dilapidated piece of wood and string with which to defend yourself.
Run-Riot sent our reporter Kerenza Evans on an important mission to investigate London's latest dedications to our trademark weather. Does a downpour count as Art? Do you fancy getting drenched in the front row of the theatre? Or are you happiest sheltering from the storm?