I was listening to a radio station this week on which they were debating the etiquette of guys going topless in the heat.
The sad truth is that unless a guy has the best body on earth them whipping their tops off is just distasteful.
Looking at pasty wobbling flesh is not a pleasant prospect believe me.
Roll on the winter.

With the sudden outbreak of sunshine I decided it was time to invest in a pair of sandals.
Visiting a couple of shops in the city centre I watched various women trying on shoes and sandals - all with bare feet.
Surely it is unhygienic for people who have been tramping round the city centre in the heat to then put their sweaty feet into shoes which other people may buy?
I would have thought shop assistants would insist that people only try on shoes when wearing something on their feet.

Am I the only woman in Birmingham who finds buying jeans the most stressful shopping experience?
Why is it that a pair of jeans which looked amazing on a fashion spread look like a sack of potatoes when I try them on?
Why is it that jeans which fit snugly round my bum could fit in two people at the waist?
Why do jeans come in short, regular and long but there are never any shorts on the rail?
And why do I need a size 12, ten and 8 in different styles all in the same shop?
I faced all of these questions last week when I went shopping for, you guessed it, a pair of jeans. Despite trying on just about every pair in the entire city centre I eventually gave up and kept my hard earned cash for another day.
A male friend tells me it is just as difficult buying jeans for guys but I find that hard to believe.

Now I love the warm weather as much as the next person, but how come when I looked out of the window to see the sun shining this morning, I was filled with dread?

Not because I had a sudden aversion to bright skies, or longed for winter mornings, but because I realised that I now have nothing to wear!!!

Packing away the summer clothes into the loft seemed such a good idea last September - but now I need them!

So now I face hours of trawling through last summer's clothes, deciding what can stay and what MUST go - not to mention a scary trip up the loft ladders!

And when I venture home from the office this afternoon in a jumper, wool coat and designer sweat patches, I'm sure the job will seem all the more necessary!

There's a great offer in this Friday's Mail, even though we say so ourselves!
Readers can choose a free product worth up to £12.50 from Boots' anti-ageing Time Delay range.
Just cut out the voucher which will appear in Friday's paper and take it to the main Birmingham store.

Kate Moss's third collection for Topshop hits the high street today. So watch out for the queues.
From what we've seen so far, unless you're under 16 or a waif, you'll have to choose carefully.
Most of us could get away with wearing the pretty pink star-print shirt (£35) or the vintage black beaded dress (although at £150 you'll need to be feeling flush to buy it).
But I can't see many of us squeezing into the tiny white shorts (£28) or skinny boot-cut striped jeans (£45) without looking like an extra from Shameless.
Only the likes of Kate Moss can make clothes like that look stylish.

It's great to see Birmingham putting itself firmly on the style map. Next month sees the biggest fashion event in the city this year and the first of its kind in the country.
Style in the City will feature catwalk shows hosted by Ozzy Osbourne's daughter Kelly and showcase collections by the likes of designers Alice Temperley, Stella McCartney and Posh Spice's favourite Roberto Cavalli.
We may live in the second city but for too long Manchester, London and Leeds were able to steal our style crown.
The arrival of Selfridges and Harvey Nichols changed all that.
Events like Style in the City attract national attention and are the perfect platform for giving our rivals a run for their money in the fashion stakes.
If you fancy going to the event, which runs from April 3 to 6, Monday's Mail will have details about special offers on tickets.

Why do we never learn? Those of us who remember the eighties also remember the cringes looking back on those photos of orange tights and blue leg-warmers.
And yet our fashion pundits are telling us the eighties are back. Just don't take any photos - you will live to regret it.

I learned this week that another WAG is to attempt to break into the fashion business - this time Teressa Edwards, singer and wife to Premiership footballer Carlos Edwards.
Now I have to put my hands up and admit that I have heard of neither Carlos nor the strangely-spelled Teressa which prompted a discussion on what makes a WAG.
While there are a good many high profile WAGS - Victoria Beckham, Coleen McLoughlin and the unfortunate Cheryl Cole to mention but a few - there seem to be countless more that no-one has ever heard of. And in fact their only claim to fame is that they date or marry a footballer.
On that basis I am now claiming the title of Birmingham Mail WAG as I actually date a footballer.
The fact that he only plays five-a-side once a week is not enough to stop me. My next step is to launch my very own WAGBagLady accessories. Watch this space.

Finally the fashion industry's admitted what we could have told them ages ago. That it doesn't make clothes which fit real women.
Which is music to the ears of anyone who's convinced they've picked the right size only to struggle to fit into clothes when they try them on in the changing room. Well it will be if they do something about it.
I haven't got a cat in hell's chance of getting into a size 12 in Top Shop. But in Marks & Spencer it's a different matter.
Which stores do you think are the worst offenders?