beer bellies. We’ve seen them all; personally I blame it squarely on the sun. It has brought them out en masse.
As I sit with my feet on this most shabby of shabby-chic footrests
I could almost pretend I was sat in a front row seat of the catwalk. Manly tums silhouetted against the sea strut their stuff before my very eyes. To say they are not a pretty sight is frankly the understatement!
Big ones, huge ones, wobbly ones... Oh alright, the odd six pack one. In the main the ones that should on no account be let out of the orange singlet that encases them. Better generate an air of mystic leaving the gagging punter guessing, than present it as if tripe on a butcher’s slab says I!
We have seen frying pans walk by, I kid you not! Skimpy tops on lassies that should know better.
The British at play are an interesting sight.
Their view on us sitting beside a nearly full hippo bag pretending to be members of the higher echelons of Hythe society is sadly unrecorded.
‘There’s nowt so queer as folk!’ as my grandad from Keighley used to say...
‘Cept me and thee and thou’s queer!’
is so true.
I used to be on checkouts in a supermarket in a small Devon town many years ago and the amount of both men with their white, red and brown torsos/beer bellies (depending on how long they had laid in the sun) and the women in their skimpy bikini tops was amazing. Not very nice and not hygienic when near the loose fruit and vegetables. Contrasting those people were us, the staff with our regulation uniform of trousers and long sleeved shirts/blouses.
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Walking back from town this morning, there was a woman with the most wonderful legs in shorts coming towards us. My eyes were drawn to one thigh which was heavily tattooed. She passed by and as we waited at the crossing I in my usual Lady Bracknell dulcet tones, more akin to a fog horn on a misty night said ‘What a shame to spoil such lovely legs; when she gets old, the tattoo will lose its sharpness as her skin ages!’ Beside us was a woman of about my age, and as we crossed she walked ahead, my eyes were transfixed on the weary looking, drooping butterfly on her shoulder! She heard every word I suppose? Should have kept my mouth shut!
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I have seen that, too, Joan, in supermarkets in Devon, but not for a while now as we have changed our supermarket. Men used to come in in their shorts and flip flops and nothing else, and hang their beer bellies over the fruit and veg while they reached for things … it was truly awful. That supermarket was close to a campsite, I suppose they thought it was fine to shop half-naked, but I didn't think so. As for that comment, Lettice, about tattoos, it reminds me of when I played "the innocent" … I was in a store and the lad on the checkout was covered in tattoos. So I said "Will they wash off?" "No," he said, "They're permanent!" "Oh," I said, "What a shame, they will be all manky and faded by the time you're 50 …"
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Margaret P
Did you see any gold medallions dangling on those manly chests?
ReplyDeleteMore medallions than doubloons on a sunken Spanish ship. I’m telling fibs, I didn’t get that close... luckily.
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Maybe the sugar tax will sort it all out but I don't think so do you?
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I think a beer tax might be more appropriate. I am hardly a paragon of virtue myself being on the built for comfort not for speed scale of bod’s. And a sneaky bit of me admires them for not really giving a stuff!
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I am glad that you didn't see fit to photograph any of those beer bellies ! I used to work in a bank, and in hot weather there would always be some revolting men come in with no top on. Too close quarters for my liking! I don't even like " vests" on men either.....arm pits..no thank you.
ReplyDeleteAnd another thing... why are these awful singlets, tank tops, vests, call them what you will... always orange?
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Lettice, I used to refer to such people who wore these nasty singlets "purple-nylon-vest" people because in the 1970s they were always purple, not orange.
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