"Hot town, Summer in the City, back of my neck dirty and gritty...Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city"

Which city ? London ? No, not here in Waterworld. It's been raining so heavily it can't be that long before I am spouting gills and flopping around with a pair of webbed feet. I thought the evolutionary journey was out of the sea, on to the beach, head down, keep going forward, not turn back. Someone turn the Sun on...