Freaksville

I have renamed our nearest large town "Freaksville" on the empirical grounds that it contains an enormous number of enormous freaks.  I have never seen so many gross, bulging waddlers in my life and they compound, indeed, they advertise, their hideous ugliness by adorning their swollen carcasses with vile, multi-coloured tattoos.  I have just been reminded of this by taking lunch today in our local pub.  At the next table was a family gathering of all the generations and it was interesting to note that the ugliness factor increased the further down the age range I went, so that by the time I reached the fat, little porker in the high chair I was almost prepared to change my opinion on the evil of abortion!  The young mother sat opposite with her back to me.  Her bulging arms and shoulders squeezed themselves out of a singlet under which was visible the straps of her mauve underwear.  As she leaned forward, the vest rose at the back and the low-cut jeans receded to display across the full width of her well-endowed, 'love-handled' beam-end, a ghastly tattoo rendered indecipherable on account of her flesh having stretched to accommodate the recently acquired rolls of fat.  I did not stay for the pud!

I suppose if you spend a life-time writing several tons of rubbish, as Jean Paul Sartre did, then on the law of averages you're bound to get one thing right.  In his case it was, "Hell is other people!"

Comments

[ZinZin]

I prefer Camus to Sartre.

Obesity and Tatoos not a good mix. Only criminals and members of the armed forces should be allowed tattoos.

I absolutely hate tatoos and fat people should cover themselves up. Too many fat, ugly fuckers in this country.

[David Duff]

Well, I understand that Camus was a better goalkeeper!