Paul Sweeney - 211: Hot in the City

Published: 27 April, 2012 - Featured in Skin Deep 211, May, 2012

Yep, that’s right, I’m up to my old tricks again, using catchy pop titles to lure you into what will inevitably become another random stream of consciousness, pulled from the depths of obscurity, loosely held together like the first ever Guns ‘n’ Roses patch sewn on to a sleeveless denim jacket without the assistance of a fully qualified Mum.

I thought it would be quite fitting to quote the Billy Idol song ‘Hot in the City’ for the title of this month’s article, as it is… “Hot in the city, hot in the city to-night, to-night!”
EVERYBODY!

“Hot in the city, hot in the city to-night, to-night!”

Alright, that’s enough of that. I’m in danger of turning this column into a karaoke competition, or more specifically, a ‘Billy Idol-Idol’ (sorry, bad pop pun, but I couldn’t resist). It’s not just hot in the city tonight, it’s been pretty blood boiling in the city in the daytime too. We have the all too obvious arrival of British summer time to thank for that; what we may have lost in an hours sleep, we’ve truly gained in an excess of over-exposed, sun-spanked flesh all over our previously sparsely populated parkland;

“Move over you Goths, your time to revel in winter’s early darkness has passed!” The parks now belong to extreme weekend tanners with their straw hats, Frisbees and disposable barbeques, all desperately trying to introduce the same golden brown onto their otherwise blank canvases. Our eyes masked by the tinted glass of a brand new pair of imitation Ray-Bans (over £100 is too much to spend on an inanimate object that will eventually be lost on the beach, or fall onto the train tracks after sliding from your head as you drunkenly attempt to remove chewing gum from between your toes because you thought it would be a good idea to wear flip-flops into town), but unfortunately the same cannot be said for our ears, as the wound down windows of passing cars expose innocent bystanders to the questionable tastes in music of the average driving licensed sun worshipper.

If only there was a easier way for them to introduce vibrant colours onto their body and also express themselves, without immediately offending everyone around them…
“Why would you want a suntan? Everyone’s got one. It doesn’t make you any different from anyone else”… sound familiar? I can’t think of the amount of times I’ve heard this as an argument against having a tattoo.

I’m pretty sure tattoos don’t give you skin cancer. So why not give yourself an excuse to slap on the factor 50 this summer and get one.

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Text: Paul Sweeney

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