Half man, half lobster | Monday, February 05, 2007 |
It doesn’t seem to matter how careful you think you are being, sometimes it just goes wrong.
On Saturday afternoon I was heading to the beach and Simon said he would join me. I covered his back with sunscreen and he did the rest, but not it appears very well.
We spent a couple of hours out, reading our books and swimming and when we came back Simon thought he might be a bit pink, which over the next couple of hours showed that he had managed to fail to adequately cover most of his stomach and upper thighs, and on his arms had managed a peculiar stripy pattern similar to a zebra.
Kind of brings to mind the old jokes of ‘What is black and white and red all over?’
On Saturday afternoon I was heading to the beach and Simon said he would join me. I covered his back with sunscreen and he did the rest, but not it appears very well.
We spent a couple of hours out, reading our books and swimming and when we came back Simon thought he might be a bit pink, which over the next couple of hours showed that he had managed to fail to adequately cover most of his stomach and upper thighs, and on his arms had managed a peculiar stripy pattern similar to a zebra.
Kind of brings to mind the old jokes of ‘What is black and white and red all over?’
