Congratulations to the men of London. Squashed into a Piccadilly Line train yesterday evening, on one of the hottest days of the summer so far, surrounded by overheated people (mostly men, as it happens), I was overwhelmed by how fresh and fragrant (yes, really) they all smelled. Not a hint of body odour, just a gentle waft of soap from an armpit in a proximity to my face normally reserved for someone with whom I am on very intimate terms. Whether it is the messages in the lads’ mags, the deodorant ads or their very own WAGs who have wrought this change, congratulations. You make living in London so much nicer!