In preparation for my ('alleged') flight home on Monday, I am about to undergo some serious tanning. The reason for doing so are two-fold. Firstly, tanning is much more enjoyable than essay-writing, and I find the scent comforting. Secondly, I would surely be shunned by society if I returned as my normal pallid self. The last time the fair isle was confronted with my fair skin, we were calling the X Factor 'Pop Idol', and thought Gareth Gates would be an international success. And even then, my face was a pretty dark shade of beige (my neck, not so much). At least I am opting for some 'safe tanning', though I can't help but worry that in 20 years time scientists will discover that dying your skin the same beautiful colour as a Crunchy Nut Cornflake will be more dangerous than exposing it to the sun's rays. Sort of like the way my grandad started smoking so he wouldn't get TB, but ended up with pneumonia instead.
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