by distancing myself by at least a thousand miles from the stench of BO, the gawps of "its ROASTIN', innit" and the sight of rolls and rolls of fat female flesh tumbling chaotically around the waists of girls, restrained by a lycra cotton weave under so much tension it needs its own psychiatrist.
Bleurgh.
(, Mon 15 Jun 2009, 19:59, archived)