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Put some clothes on love

10/06/08 - 0 comments

Ah, the sun comes out in Exeter and all the 'ladies' think that overnight they've been transported to starving Africa where wearing a half torn piece of clothing made of fruit bat wings is over excessive and the rest of the tribe asks 'are you cold?!' every two seconds.

Yes! It's that time again where young or old, fat or thin, the female of the species bare everything for the hot blooded males in Exeter. The funniest sight though has got to be the OAPs nearly breaking their fragile necks trying to catch a glimpse of 'skirt' and praying that a gust of wind comes along! (me, I just carry a battery operated fan to help speed things along a bit).

Another funny sight is the over spotted 'Burnthouse Lane' tribe who seem to have got career guidance from the clocktower and have fully progressed into being full-time single mums, most of them hoping to get a promotion in the near future to a 1 bedroom flat to house their 5 starving orphans (shouldn't that be bastards - Ed) plus a remuneration package consisting of £5 to spend at Iceland for the weekly shop.

This brings me along nicely to the earlier reference to Africa and clothing habits...

I've not got a problem with Africa and their clothing, it is hot and to be fair they are thin so all's good, I don't have a problem looking at petite Africans with their breasts hanging out, in-fact I do look forward to the 'charity' adverts to catch a glimpse of flesh.

What I have got a problem with is Exeter woman trying to replicate the Africans style. I don't even mind that the majority of woman in Exeter are overweight, in-fact I do like a bit of padding as long as I don't see any until I'm grabbing onto it in the bedroom. But to have it on display when I'm casually having a stroll through the High Street getting bombarded with a second stomach between the jeans and low cut top at every corner puts me off everything the City has to offer and in my opinion degrades the historical importance of Exeter.

OAPs (T.A. Griffin)... Have my fun, you're welcome to it.

Story submitted by Steve