Hurray! The good weather has decided to make a stop in Scotland for the first time this century and my goodness isn't everyone making the most of it? It has been nice to be able to step out of the door with 2 (or less!) layers on for once but a part of me thinks that some people have gone too far. The amount of flesh that I've seen over the last 3 or so days is unbelievable. And it's not just 'attractive' people that are at it either; everyone has decided to get their kit off for Mr Sunshine and quite frankly I'd rather they didn't. I knew everyone was going to come out when the weather got better but they are also getting out of their clothes and it's not cool - contrary to popular belief.
I'll deal with the egotistical, narcissistic bunch first shall I? You know, the ones that have magazine perfect bodies and know that they do? Ladies first: there is a difference between shorts and no shorts - I'm not sure that some have mastered the distinction quite yet. Never have a I seen so many bare legs (foot to behind) just screaming 'look at me, I'm not covered!' in my life. I've been to many a hot country and I've been to many beaches but never have I come across so many people, in the same place, intent on pushing the boundaries between nudity and being dressed. What bugs me (and yes this is the part of the reason why I'm writing this) is that guys get a hard time (no pun intended) when we're caught looking. I would like to vouch for my fellow males and say that it is near enough impossible to avert the eyes when there is leg everywhere.
Guys are the same as well though: as soon as a little bit of sunshine hits their t-shirts it seems as though they disappear as if by magic. It's not just the ones that look like they've taken a chisel to themselves though. No, the ones brandishing the commonly termed 'moobs' also have these magic t-shirts - maybe Primark have a sale on? I understand that it's hot and all and I've been known in the past to take my top off when I'm playing football in the sun but seriously guys, walking around the streets with your flabs slapping off of your sweaty arms? Not cool, in either sense. When I come out of lectures at the end of the day (where there is no natural light) the first thing that I want to see is not a set of breasts that a woman would be proud of.
I think I've been scarred beyond repair this week by what I've seen. I've not known where to look with the ladies (especially ones also not wearing much on their top half too) and I've not been able to miss the plethora of nude males walking around - I've begun to wonder if I'm the only one with a top on. I'm also really not the person that they should have a little respect for either because I can (just about) deal with it. The number of times I've seen a group of scantily dressed teens/twenty-somethings this week sat alongside a family with young children worries me somewhat. My message is to wear more clothes or stay at home and be undressed there. If you decide on the latter and you're female then I'm only a click away on Facebook! Just kidding but take heed of my advice all of you young, wannabe models.
Thanks for reading tonight and I hope you enjoy the rest of the good weather responsibly and with a respectable level of body coverage.
Martin
