How to wank safely in a heatwave

HORNY in extreme heat? Drawn to rubbing one out despite the risks? Take these precautions to avoid scandalous fatality: 

Stick to cool, shaded places

Even if your kink is a hand shandy next to an open oven or in a greenhouse, exercise some restraint until the cooler months. Instead head to the refreshing seclusion of a motorway underpass or a supermarket’s walk-in freezer for personal relief. Nobody will be disgusted or call the police because you’re simply looking after your health.

Wear loose-fitting clothing

Not only will loose-fitting cotton shorts keep you cool, they also provide easy access to your genitals. Strenuous physical exercise is best avoided in this heat, so working up a sweat clumsily fumbling with the buttons of your jeans could leave you too tired to crack off. Avoid slipping into one of your many tight-fitting latex gimp suits at all costs.

Don’t use sun cream as lube

Slathering on factor 30 is crucial in a heatwave – but not when lubricating your private areas. While it may protect your reproductive organs from sun damage, the chemicals and minerals will likely cause irritation if they get into your holes and creases. Nor do you want unsightly hand-shaped tan lines on your knob or fanny.

Watch appropriate adult content

Masturbation is a mental activity as much as a physical one. So steer clear of videos like ‘Scorching hot bitches use chilis as dildos in a volcano’. Instead, seek out clips where a slutty Inuit secretary will do anything to please her boss, or Nordic women suck off ice-cream delivery boys. They may sound niche but they’re out there.

Ask a friend to supervise

Heat stroke is a serious risk when wanking in 35 degree temperatures, and if paramedics find you passed out with one hand on your dick they will be straight on social media. Employing a buddy system will avoid this unfortunate outcome and they could even cheer you on. Either that or they’ll request you never contact them again.

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Gelato: it's just f**king ice-cream, isn't it

ACROSS upscale heatwave Britain, gelato is being served to middle-class families who consider themselves above ice-cream. But is it just ice-cream? Yes: 

Both are frozen

The key element in both gelato and ice-cream is that they’re frozen. Apparently gelato is churned more, has less air in it and consequently feels colder in the mouth but that’s clearly bollocks. Nobody has ever tasted a gelato and said ‘Wait, does this feel cold to you?’

Both have the same flavours

Basically chocolate, salted caramel as was made mandatory under EU directive 76/768, and various fruits. You’re not going to be amazed by the wild variety of flavours in a Rome gelateria any more than an Italian will collapse in awe at the freezer section of Tesco. You’ll pick what you like or, if you’re a pretentious prick, pistachio.

Both taste pretty much identical

Apparently gelato is richer and silkier with a lower fat content and was invented by a Sicilian fisherman, but everything says that. If you’re ever bored enough to read the back of your Taste The Difference Beef Bolognese while it’s rotating in the microwave it probably says that. You won’t be able to tell and you know it.

Both are served in cones in coastal locations

If you’re licking it while walking along a promenade in flip-flops under a blazing sun while admiring the bodies of those self-disciplined enough not to eat gelato, is there any difference? If gelato wanted to set itself apart then only being a dessert in fancy restaurants would be a start. Instead it’s exactly where ice-cream would be, because it’s ice-cream.

‘Gelato’ means ‘ice-cream’ 

The word ‘gelato’ is the Italian word for ‘ice-cream’. All those gelato parlours in Weymouth, Salcombe and Shoreditch are banking on you not checking and they’ve been right. You’ve paid a premium for 15 seconds work in Google Translate and the vague aura of being a foodie. Next time buy a four-pack of Cornettos and stop pissing about.

Next week: Soft-serve ice-cream: why it is the excrement of the devil developed by Margaret Thatcher