So I’m walking down a busy thoroughfare in That There London this very afternoon and suddenly there were about 150 naked people cycling towards me. Part of some kind of protest about cycling, clothes, saddle sores or somesuch.
A number of thoughts occurred:
1) In the words of Krusty in the Clown Academy episode, “Burn That Saddle”. 2) The overwhelming majority of them were – one couldn’t help noticing – men. In general in life it seems to be men who want to get their togs off in public. Why is that? 3) I knew that upon getting off the train up here in Hull I would see women squished into tiny items of “evening wear” that make them look a thousand times ruder than naked people. And so it came to pass. 4) I must listen to Totally Nude by the Talking Heads because it is indubitably une choon.
(*yes, I did actually type that)