Last night, I had not long left home when for a moment I was worried that my nerves had gotten the better of me. There is a pub on a main road about 1km from my house, in a bit of a rough-ish residential area and standing outside the pub, having a beer with his mates was a guy, probably around his late 30’s, a bit overweight, with a mowhawk wearing a pale-blue bedsheet as a toga. Different? I’m going with yes.
Another hilarious site to be beheld recently, while sitting at a cafe waiting for a friend to arrive, an very overweight, and clearly gay man striding down the street wearing the most ironic t-shirt ever, given the man wearing it. In HUGE lettering it screamed “Girls like me like fat kids like cake!” I choked on my coffee laughing, just a little.