Monday, July 17, 2006
Flesh on the Beach
As Lucy points out in her (new and ever-evolving) Blogzira, here, "The beach, the great leveller. Nobody looks good in a swimsuit, do they? (bar anyone between the age of 17 and 19 who hasn’t spent their life eating marsbars)".
Complete with her always-interesting take on Life In Portugal, in this case, beach life and the self-delusion running rampant thereon, she portrays our universal condition, regardless of age, sex, or lost and cluttered mental condition. Why, sometimes, the lens replaces the pen, when only a good quip is needed.
It is summer, the dreaded time of threatened Speedos wear. For shame of doing wrong, I'll not be going that swimwear route, though I will still take a peak up and down the beach before I remove any clothing, for fear of spotting Lucy with coloured pencils and paper at the ready. Hopefully, there will be enought bathers in Portugal to keep her busy.
Complete with her always-interesting take on Life In Portugal, in this case, beach life and the self-delusion running rampant thereon, she portrays our universal condition, regardless of age, sex, or lost and cluttered mental condition. Why, sometimes, the lens replaces the pen, when only a good quip is needed.
It is summer, the dreaded time of threatened Speedos wear. For shame of doing wrong, I'll not be going that swimwear route, though I will still take a peak up and down the beach before I remove any clothing, for fear of spotting Lucy with coloured pencils and paper at the ready. Hopefully, there will be enought bathers in Portugal to keep her busy.
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