On Sunday afternoon I wondered what, exactly, the repercussions of public nudity might be. I stood in a field of yellow rape seed , bared shoulders shrouded by a floor-length kimono that was a gift from my father to Mama Janie about twenty years ago, after a business trip to Japan. He was always going to Japan on business, my dad. I was *almost* ready to drop it -- but, I think you can get arrested for public indecency, can’t you? I wondered what I would do if I happened across an unclothed twenty-seven year old in the bushes. I don’t know if I’d laugh, or cry. I loosened the fabric around my shoulders and listened to the voice behind the camera. ‘Okay then,’ she said. ‘And now let it fall a little to reveal your sides. Yup – just like that. Perfect. And a little more…?’ I shuddered against the cold and let the gown disappear towards the soil. And just like that I was naked in the Cambridge countryside, nothing but a sultry gaze and an icy breeze adorning my frame. Project #strongandse...
Ahahahaha! Reminds me of the day me and my teammates in work were discussing what sort of medical supplies we had between us in the office. They were like "I have painkillers", "I have plasters" . . . I said "I have tampons."
ReplyDeleteI'm the only female in a team of six. It was met with an awkward silence...
P- boys don't like to think of 'The Flood'. And it hurts me that that is also the name of Cheryl Cole's new single. Poor boys. x
ReplyDeleteHappens to you, too, eh. Some people are just too precious.
ReplyDeleteIan- aint they just? x
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