A weekly ode to the joys of moaning about your holiday, by Tim Roxborogh.
I used to think Sheryl Crow was getting a bit carried away about sunscreen SPF levels when she sang "I've got my 45 on so I can rock on". It was 2002 and her single Soak Up The Sun had floated into the upper-reaches of most international charts. I always loved Sheryl, but in those days I was firmly a factor-15 guy — an SPF triple that amount tempered my appreciation for the song. You're not soaking up any sun with the SPF 45 on, Sheryl.
Though, as the years went by and melanoma worries and SPF levels soared, I've softened my stance on Sheryl's enthusiastic sunscreen preferences. SPF 45 doesn't even sound that high anymore, especially with SPF 50 now so predominant on supermarket and pharmacy shelves that it's essentially become what 30 used to be. As for finding SPF 15, good luck.
And forget about those freewheeling factor-8 days of the 80s.
That said, I had a taste of that freewheeling good luck in Miami last year. We'd run out of sunscreen on holiday — often a treacherous experience — and for old times sake, I bought some Coppertone SPF 15. We'd walked into a supermarket in South Beach and it was like finding a Willy Wonka golden ticket. Coppertone SPF 15. One whiff of that magnificent smell and I was straight back to hot blue-sky holidays of the 1980s.