It's been unfeasibly hot so far this week in Paris and matters haven't been helped with an air-conditioning system that doesn't condition air anymore

The system broke down a few months ago after the high drama of an electrical fire which forced us all out onto the street - given that WorldCorp is in the middle of a protracted and costly court battle with the landlords, they (the landlords) aren't about to do anything, anytime soon as they want shot of us

Anyhow ... the trainers were having a torrid time being stuck in closed, stuffy rooms and it wasn't until clients started passing out in stairwells and we'd begun to run out of smelling salts that the multiple chieftans (TheGuv'nor, MissusBossWoman, BoyIdiot, MargeTheAccountsWoman and Toto the wonder dawg) shuffled into action and arranged to jerry rig a stand alone contraption

A jerry rigged, rusty, old, scary looking air-conditioning unit that dates back to the Benjamin Franklin era of scientific discovery ... we're all shared scitless about going anywhere near it as our health insurance policy probably doesn't cover third degree burns caused by antiquated heirlooms

In the same spirit as Eddie Izzard's "Cake or Death ?" routine, the choice has been :

"Noise or Insufferable heat ?"

That's a tough call