I have to admit I hate piercings. Ears I can tolerate unless
there’s a chasm in the lobe as wide as the Gotthard tunnel through the
Swiss Alps, A neat stud in the nose – I can also tolerate . Fine, until you go swimming when it turns into the Trevi fountain in Rome. But tongues,
lips and eyebrows turn the wearer into
an advertisement for Edward Scissorhands.
Let’s be honest, nose rings either look like ossified bogeys or something
that should have 4 legs, stand in a field, eat grass and bellow.
We are always reciting don’t judge a book by its cover – but
hey, sit me opposite a bloke covered in piercings and tattoos and I make a
judgement – rarely complimentary.
Okay, so it’s prejudice pure and simple. We all have our pet
peeves and the chap is probably an absolutely super guy. But be honest – he
isn’t making the best of himself. And, besides ringing all the bells at
Heathrow security, he’ll never get a girlfriend. Blokes should be like that
advertisement for Brita water. Pure and simple with no additives.
And while I’m having a moan ... Young guys should be dragged
into a shop and forced to inspect their rear in those stupid trousers with crotches level with
their knees. Besides dislocating their hips and making them slurp along the
street, they look as if they’re wearing a nappy. I feel like starting a campaign. Bring back real bottoms.
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