Patsy’s latest story about diets got me thinking. Is all the pain and anguish really worth a slim line vision in a mirror? You see, I’m not so sure I like the idea of being denied a little of what I fancy.
Not so long back, a skin and bone, possibly modified female, had the sheer audacity to warn me about the calorific intake of a designer, made to my very own personal specification, chocolate milkshake. Flamin’ cheek!
My reply to the sun bed veteran, who should have known better, was simple… Inside every size eight, six foot blue eyed, leggy blonde, there’s gotta be one helluva hungry bitch inside.