Statistics are becoming the stock in trade of academics and
other experts everywhere these days. Remember the experts I wrote about here
who said that 85% of the population was dehydrated? That’s the sort of
statistic I’m referring to. Today’s was in a shop window in Uttoxeter. It said:
65% of women are wearing
bras the wrong size.
Well, blow me. What a shame that I no longer have any sexual
capital. (There, I managed to get that phrase in again. How I do honour the
priestess and her words.)
I could have a fun-filled life, couldn’t I? I could go on a
course and become an expert on well fitting bras. (A few of them do have their uses – experts,
that is, not bras.) And then I could make it my mission to seek out the ⅔ of
women who are going sadly astray and lead them back to the light.
I greatly rue the fact that there were no experts around
when I was a teenager and still had a future to map out. Don’t we all want to
leave the world a better place than the one we found when we got here? And have
fun in the process. Yes indeed.
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