I know the summer's ending (what summer?) but I've got to get this little thing off my chest.
Maybe it stems from an inherent sense of optimism, that so many of us Brits see the tiniest glint of sunlight on a Saturday morning and immediately grab our shorts and t-shirts.
Now I've nothing against optimism; in fact, I wish I had more of it. But do these people really have to stick on their skimpy beachwear ... to go shopping? In vast indoor shopping centres with modern, efficient air-conditioning. In huge supermarkets, chilled (way too efficiently) to give the fruit and veg an extra day or two of shelf-life. Why oh why do these blokes wander around in their shorts, vests & sandals? Why do the women do likewise? I half expect to see some of them lay out a mat and a beach towel outside Starbucks or Tie-Rack, or in the pet food isle in Tesco, and read the paper.
Not only does it not make sense (for they must be freezing half of the time), but it's another example of modern Brits looking a bloody mess; not caring about their appearance; not maintaining a sense of decency.
And it's really not a pleasant sight for the rest of us. When we're in the privacy of our own back garden, fine. When we're sharing a beach or hotel pool on our well-earned holidays on the Costas or wherever, we're all in the same boat and it's forgiveable. After all, beachwear is, well, for the beach. But when we're simply out doing some weekend shopping, have a little pride, people.
I know this issue doesn't actually hurt anyone but it's yet another symptom of falling standards. You know it's right.
Maybe it stems from an inherent sense of optimism, that so many of us Brits see the tiniest glint of sunlight on a Saturday morning and immediately grab our shorts and t-shirts.
Now I've nothing against optimism; in fact, I wish I had more of it. But do these people really have to stick on their skimpy beachwear ... to go shopping? In vast indoor shopping centres with modern, efficient air-conditioning. In huge supermarkets, chilled (way too efficiently) to give the fruit and veg an extra day or two of shelf-life. Why oh why do these blokes wander around in their shorts, vests & sandals? Why do the women do likewise? I half expect to see some of them lay out a mat and a beach towel outside Starbucks or Tie-Rack, or in the pet food isle in Tesco, and read the paper.
Not only does it not make sense (for they must be freezing half of the time), but it's another example of modern Brits looking a bloody mess; not caring about their appearance; not maintaining a sense of decency.
And it's really not a pleasant sight for the rest of us. When we're in the privacy of our own back garden, fine. When we're sharing a beach or hotel pool on our well-earned holidays on the Costas or wherever, we're all in the same boat and it's forgiveable. After all, beachwear is, well, for the beach. But when we're simply out doing some weekend shopping, have a little pride, people.
I know this issue doesn't actually hurt anyone but it's yet another symptom of falling standards. You know it's right.
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