![That's me on the right.](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif31bKuHSB2W0bpTr37qHj_huQ_2UHFik257HzWVwDm_Cqsp3H52lKzlPG18MegmxEygx-vRcKh0S3Ai-lY3y1I49O0inpLFZimhMUwB-Ii8zJPWbeUP949ju2e1xLgcpUh2La/s400/Skimpy+Beach.jpg)
It's an invitation to take part in the 2009 Brighton Bikini Contest. Apparently entry usually costs £30, but they're willing to let me take part for free. It's a dream come true. According to their website, "Personality and sex appeal will be analysed to its limits", so it sounds like my kind of competition. There are two rounds: Daywear and Swimwear, which sounds fine until you discover that their definition of Daywear is "SkimpyBeach t-shirts & Hot Pants". For me, that's not so much daywear as cold-day-in-hell-wear.
But nothing ventured, nothing gained, so I might give it a whirl. That's if I can fit it into my busy schedule. I'll need to be on stage in my hot pants by 7pm, which could be a problem. We're out this afternoon for lunch at this place, and then rushing back to play host to Big Sis, who's popping in for a flying visit this evening. I wonder if it's too late to tell her to bring a bikini..?
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