Ok, its not nasty enough yet and its far from finished. And it doesnt read very well
People are generally quite good when if comes to wearing what suits them. Some people obviously have no clue when it comes to fashion and give no indications that they care that their sheer full length, tie-died floral kaftan-and-headscarf-combo is outdated or unflattering. But for the most part people cover themselves in a fairly acceptable manner. There is a certain choice that is made on this day without the wary consideration of the consequences. An annual celebration of ridiculousness, where all caution is thrown to the wind and people who should know better behave in a footloose and fancy-free fashion. I am, of course, talking about the first hot day of the season. That first stinking hot day where you think death would be a favourable to peeling the sweat soaked t-shirt of your back one more time. This is the day where people go mad and the rules of fashion are forgotten. It is temporary heat inspired insanity. Everyone suffers from this affliction occasionally but there is one, albeit very broad, age group that has mastered the artful display of its symptoms. What middle aged to elderly people think is appropriate on this day of days is comical to the point of cruel.
Being middle aged and wearing a singlet top and hotpants to the supermarket just because the mercury is pushing 30 is leaving yourself wide open to the taunts of teenage gangs that tend to haunt supermarket car parks. Yet every year people continue to fall into this trap. White pasty thighs march into Coles and Woolworths to pick up some snacks for the grandkids. The same grandkids that mysteriously insisted on staying at home. Flabby midriffs line up at the bank, collecting beads of sweat as the cashier decides the only place to aim her eyes is into the middle distance. And just around every corner is a nasty remark or spiteful quip, waiting to be spat out from between the teeth of some insolent creature of unknown gender. But I wonder if without the disparaging remarks from sniggering teens people would feel inclined to wear these outfits all summer? Should we be thanking the sullen youths that loiter around the exit of K-Mart, looking as though they are considering mugging you but are probably just waiting until no-one is looking before they pick up that half smoked cigarette and light up? Are these truants-in-training the reason our beaches remain full of lithe, young attractive people? Would the old and unattractive be all over our beaches like a fierce and inexplicable rash if it werent for the harshness of the young? And even if they werent, could we deny these misfits this day of great comedic material?
Not finished.
At all.
Its hot as hell here at the moment. Its awesome
People are generally quite good when if comes to wearing what suits them. Some people obviously have no clue when it comes to fashion and give no indications that they care that their sheer full length, tie-died floral kaftan-and-headscarf-combo is outdated or unflattering. But for the most part people cover themselves in a fairly acceptable manner. There is a certain choice that is made on this day without the wary consideration of the consequences. An annual celebration of ridiculousness, where all caution is thrown to the wind and people who should know better behave in a footloose and fancy-free fashion. I am, of course, talking about the first hot day of the season. That first stinking hot day where you think death would be a favourable to peeling the sweat soaked t-shirt of your back one more time. This is the day where people go mad and the rules of fashion are forgotten. It is temporary heat inspired insanity. Everyone suffers from this affliction occasionally but there is one, albeit very broad, age group that has mastered the artful display of its symptoms. What middle aged to elderly people think is appropriate on this day of days is comical to the point of cruel.
Being middle aged and wearing a singlet top and hotpants to the supermarket just because the mercury is pushing 30 is leaving yourself wide open to the taunts of teenage gangs that tend to haunt supermarket car parks. Yet every year people continue to fall into this trap. White pasty thighs march into Coles and Woolworths to pick up some snacks for the grandkids. The same grandkids that mysteriously insisted on staying at home. Flabby midriffs line up at the bank, collecting beads of sweat as the cashier decides the only place to aim her eyes is into the middle distance. And just around every corner is a nasty remark or spiteful quip, waiting to be spat out from between the teeth of some insolent creature of unknown gender. But I wonder if without the disparaging remarks from sniggering teens people would feel inclined to wear these outfits all summer? Should we be thanking the sullen youths that loiter around the exit of K-Mart, looking as though they are considering mugging you but are probably just waiting until no-one is looking before they pick up that half smoked cigarette and light up? Are these truants-in-training the reason our beaches remain full of lithe, young attractive people? Would the old and unattractive be all over our beaches like a fierce and inexplicable rash if it werent for the harshness of the young? And even if they werent, could we deny these misfits this day of great comedic material?
Not finished.
At all.
Its hot as hell here at the moment. Its awesome
I'm allmost tempted to request some images form you of old people in hot pants to laught at.
I suppose that we shold be thankfull for these truants-in-training. Mind I don't think that "Bay Watch" would have sold so well it all the actors were scantily clab blimps.