You can feel it, hear it, smell it and taste it spring is in the air and it's the time of year when Kingston and Surrey really comes into its own.

Spare a thought for those people who live in central London, by necessity or choice.

I have lived in central London, not-so-central London and outer London. I know where I prefer.

Leafy and green, as Ken Livingstone once described our suburban areas to justify not spending much money out here and how nice it is too.

Central London, I'm afraid to say, is rubbish literally and concrete too.

Kingston takes on a whole new feel when the sun comes out. People laughing and enjoying some not too boisterous behaviour. Everyone has a spring in their step and the smell of freshly mown grass lingers in the air.

There has been a buzz about the place since it became sporadically hot enough to wear a t-shirt.

Maybe it was the school holidays or the beer being consumed in many of the excellent beer gardens around the borough; whatever it was, everyone seemed lifted.

The sunshine has a darker side though. Whenever the sun comes out, a police officer told me this week, so too do the Macintosh wearing miscreants intent on giving women an unwanted eyeful.

Some people might be able to think of other, more brutal courses of action, but the best thing to do is get somewhere safe and call the police. And whatever you do, don't laugh.