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Now I don't know about you, but when something annoys me, I could go on about it forever. Literally. Just ask anyone about the time we nearly got involved in a fight with a butch lesbian at a PJ Harvey gig (well, undirectly, but she decided to fight near us, which is annoying) I must have gone on about the violence at gigs for at least an hour. Fads are something else that really wind me up. So I thought I'd share this with the wider world. I know I'm not the only one! So sit back, relax and shake your finger at the screen occasionally whilst shouting "Dang and blast! I know exactly what you mean there!"
According to various newspapers, the new hip thing to do is experimental tourism. This is where you and your partner both go to a designated place (usually a city) via different modes of transport, and try to find each other. I presume this concept is yet another way of solving the troubled marriages of the metrosexual and yummy mummy, who spend so much time on their facials/careers, that they don’t have time for romance. The answer? Make romance trendy!
For example:
Margo: Darling, Paul took me away for the weekend: it was simply divine!
Fantasia: Super! Where did you go?
Margo: Prague.
Fantasia: Oh, how hip!
Margo: Oh yes, and cheap, I flew bmi baby- my 75 cases of luggage only cost me an extra £200 as well. Bargain!
Fantasia: You flew economy on your own, darling how awful!
Margo: Don’t be silly darling, Paul and I were doing experimental tourism: it's all the rage.
Fantasia: Oh gosh yes, didn’t Madonna and Guy go to Cannes experimentally?
Margo: Yes! She went on a Shetland pony, and he went by speedboat.
Fantasia: How romantic!
Margo: Terribly so!
If it became widespread, most people would interpret it like this:
I was wondering the other day, which I detest more: Ponchos, Neon-furry boots or those white 'gypsy' skirts. The answer is that my dislike for them is quite equal. In a major British city, I counted a total number of 45 of the said skirts in a period of about 20mins. My worst nightmare is that someone somewhere will pair the skirt, boots and poncho together. Then before we know it, they'll be hundreds of them! A whole badly dressed army! Oh and they'll be lethal. Dressed like idiots, but killing with their hands.
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