Yesterday I walked past a cashpoint where there was a woman dressed in a light and summery dress, and a bloke with a fantastically advanced beer belly stood behind her, wearing nothing but his sandals and shorts and slowly reddening flesh. And, as I always do, I turned away because I, personally, found the sight unpleasant. I think I find it particularly unpleasant because I’m sure that were I to decide to whip all my clothes off bar shorts and walk around in a similar state, I would be
a) told I’m a fat old cow who doesn’t conform to the present day standards of beauty or words to that effect, and to put my clothes back on before I make someone sick
b) be arrested for indecency. Even though I reckon I’d look a lot less indecent than Mr Beer Belly back there!
And probably in that order.
So, in the spirit of true summer madness I link you to Melmoth’s Summeraid post over at Killed In a Smiling Accident.