The Other Week

The other week, when it was roastin, I went to The Olympic Park. I decided to wear my denim high waisted shorts an a crop top to show off these rolls CURVES. At first I wasn't so sure, but it was roastin, me freckles weren't gonna get any darker sat in me jeggins an hoodie were they?

I know me ass looks like 2 melons in a split Lidl bag, but I thought fuck it, I'm only goin over the road.

It was the longest journey to Westfield EVER. I felt ashamed. Not only were me wobbly bits hangin out, I looked almost transparent. There were people pointing.


 "Ha look at the ginger thinking she an go out in the sun like a normal person!"


Anyway, I went an had a pathetic attempt of "sunbathing" for abar 2 hours an it all got too much for me am afraid. I thought oh I bet when I get in, I'll look in the mirror and I'll have gone a lovely colour.

An I did. In places. I went for the "I leant on the iron by accient" look. Worked well.

The moral is, where were my so called mates to stop me? Stop me goin out lookin like Tina Malone in Blonde Fist? Stop me getting sun burnt? Stop me goin funny in the heat? There should be more Public Awareness about Gingers In Summer. If you see one in the street when its pure hot, just ask them if they need a lie down and some water. Everyone was quick enough to jump on the Homeless bandwagon when it was snowin, so lets do the same for redheads this summer!

Some of us in life can only dream of going to a hot country for a beach holiday. I am one of those poor individuals. So the next time yas are goin away, think of me. And my disability.

Thanks xoxoxo