I’ve been seriously considering getting a spray tan. There is a girl in the office that gets them all the time. Her and my work-wife, that's the guy that sits opposite me, have 'how tanned can you get' contests. They're both on the sunbeds too. We’ve been joking that I should get a spray tan done in my lunch break. I just think it would be pretty amusing to disappear off for an hour and come back another colour. You always get a reaction from people when you get a bit of a tan on holiday. Usually “oh you’re looking healthy”. I think I want to be able to respond with:

“Actually I’ve just dyed myself in a booth on the strand.” Apparently they only last a week anyway.

Terror Tans

In other news I currently have a picture of the twin towers burning on September the eleventh 2001 taken from space as my desktop wallpaper. Inexcusably tasteless I know, but there is a reason. It got there purely by chance. I used to have a picture of the Emirates stadium, where Arsenal play, because I live round the corner, but I’m a Portsmouth fan, so when my New Zealander flatmate started to go to Arsenal games I had to stop looking like I had sympathies. I was looking for a replacement when September the 11th came around. The reason the shot stuck is I keep imagining the very fact that it is/was there being used as evidence against me in a sham terror trial and for some reason, this wholly hypothetical, fantastical scenario, makes me keep it there purely out of defiance against an imaginary injustice. Weird. This post will obviously be used in my defence, or is it all a smoke screen . . .

Update: As an aside I've added a pic of my Nan to the last post.