There have been comments elsewhere on NN about the dire nature of cosmetic adverts. Part of the problem is that the cosmetics cost so much, yet do so little. Yesterday, however, I had an experience that provided an expensive cosmetic service at just £1.50 a head (it could have been free, but this was the luxury version).
We had taken the junior Cleggs to T4 on the Beach, a jolly event where around 45,000 young people were entertained by a string of popular beat combos.
A popular beat combo at T4 on the Beach yesterday
Having more sense than get involved ourselves, we just lounged around in Weston-super-Mare (that’s latin, guys, not some Somerset equivalent of Champion-the-Wonder-Horse).
Sitting on the beach was quite bracing (English code for extremely windy), with a constant gentle dose of sandblasting, as a result of which my skin was positively smooth by the time we picked up the rabble.
The £1.50? When I was a lad we never used to hire deckchairs on the beach as they were known to be ruinously expensive, but this was what Somerset District Council charged for a day’s deckchair hire. Well worth it.
Cromer beach has similarly exfoliative effects. Mrs Gee, who is an insulin-dependent diabetic, is required to avail herself of the services of a
pederastpodiatrist who (there’s no easy way to say this) scrapes excess dead skin off her feet. Since we moved to Cromer, however, regular barefoot walks on the beach have rendered these visits unnecessary.If Mrs Gee had been at Weston she wouldn’t have needed to walk across the sand, just hold her feet up and let it blow across them.
Notice how every member of the Sugababes (for it is they) above is attempting to hold on at least one piece of clothing.
Yes, I had noticed the variously desperate attempts to prevent wardrobe malfunction.