Sun Cream and the Ad Man's Dream

Summer; where the skirts are short and my dove roll on is pushed to it's absolute limits. When they say 24hours I take it they don't mean human hours? Because I can barely get 24 minutes out of this aloe Vera bad boy.

 There's something so infectious about those golden rays that make us crave carbon-crusted burgers and drinking on the street. It's risen above 15oC? Hell whip the Strongbow out and let's have Kid Rock's 'All Summer Long' on repeat. Yes Cool FM - I'm talking to YOU.

 Me? I don't really like summer all that much.

Yes, you've read correctly. Due to my albino like complexion anymore than 5 minutes without factor 50 and I look like a piece of bacon in a dress. Which actually may improve my appeal to the opposite sex.

Now where's that babyoil...

Don't get me wrong, it's sure as hell a lot nicer perusing around the streets of Belfast without the constant grey drizzle rendering your hair eternally frizzy. But when it gets to that point where you can't tell if you're perspiring or going for a paddle in your own bodily fluids - I'll pass thanks.

Though I can't deny there's nothing I relish more than whipping out the 'aule sundress and sandles, suddenly turning into an extra from Mad Men. Though I'm more likely be busting balls in the boardroom than swapping diet tips over typewriters.

My diet tip? I like to go by the 5:2 rule - Five meals a day, twice daily.

Thank you once again for your endurance with my written rampage, stay beautiful xo