Got a little fed up of paying £12.99 to sit out in the sun only to stay as white as milk. So I made sure that, today, I slowly shortened my life for four blissful hours on the burn baby burn baby burn baby...
I don't care that I'm fantastically burnt, in all-sorts of rather odd places. But it will tan, p-ray - even if there is a red mark on my back in the shape of a wonky diamond.
Burnt answer? Skin cancer!
Also, persistence works.
After spending at least a year saying NO. Absolutely not. Jog on. Move out. Pack up. Give over. Hush your gums...
I have said yes.
Guess that's sometimes the way things turn out.
:). Is all.
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