The Paisley Pigeons

Over at Batreg's lair, she recently commented on the nudist proclivities of the Paisley male folk, as they cast off their shirts to crisp themselves in a rare display of sunshine here yesterday.

I know that in posting that social observation, it was not AB's intention to conjure up any images of Baywatch hunks or LA's Muscle Beach. If you had that in mind, that is all your own doing.

Let me assure you that the topless men strutting the streets yesterday are more pigeon-chested than the feathered vermin that circle High Street above our heads! We're talking scrawny arms, shaved heads, baggy-bum jeans (with the plaid shirts tucked into the back pocket), and rhythmic head-bobbing saunter. In fact, you'd be hard pressed to tell the difference between the boys and the birds, if not for the feathers! Trust me, no baby oil or screaming girls need apply here.

Perhaps "Someone Upstairs" (you know who) was aggrieved by the Skinny Streakers yesterday too, because today is much cooler and the long sleeves are back on. Hehe sucked in.