When you're not busy counting the sweat beads dripping between your shoulder blades, you'll be plotting to slip into the club room for your seventh party pie, just to bask in air-con for one sweet minute. Probably, though, you'll get pie-blocked by one of your red-faced, sweaty-palmed co-workers, who wanders over and, with a dramatic tug of their shirt collar says, mate, how's this fucken heat? So how do you look and feel great while roasting and dripping under Australia's death rays?