Going out of his way to be outraged
I was at a literary event this week where a number of published authors, all female, gave readings from some of their books. My wife and I attended to hear one particular speaker who has done a lot to encourage me to adopt a positive attitude to life post-stroke. She knows I'm a naturist and is firmly of the 'it's not for me, but I'm fine with you talking and writing about it and I'm certainly not going to unfriend you over it' school of thought. What gave me the idea for this post, however, was not that lady, but another of the authors, one I had never met until that evening, even though she is a friend of a friend. She had flowers in her hair and was wearing a brown cotton dress. It quickly became obvious that despite the chill of a January evening (and it wasn't exactly warm in the art gallery which was staging the event) that she wasn't wearing any underwear. It became so obvious, in fact, that when she bent down to put a cup of coffee on the f...