This recent spell of hot weather has brought out the good, the bad and especially the ugly, to our streets and shops. You’ve all seen it. The topless bloke who quite clearly doesn’t have any mirrors at home. The one who thinks the tattoos make the rolls of hairy lard look like muscle. The long shorts that could do with a good wash, and oh those scruffy black trainers look so un-cool on the ends of those hairy white legs.

Or you get the skinny dude with big black shades and a pearl white torso that any dead man would be proud of. Matchstick legs poking out of baggy long shorts that cling desperately to bony hips, above which is the elastic waste band of his underpants.
Classy? No. It’s up against the wall and get shot by the fashion police.

They have an image of themselves based on some beefcake they’ve seen in a magazine or newspaper. Perhaps their favourite footballer or actor. I have news for them, you look stupid. Your fashion icon has taken far better care of his body than you have yours.

On a beach somewhere, in the park or round the swimming pool, all this is acceptable. But I really don’t want to see it wandering along the street, and I especially don’t want to see it in the supermarket or any other public place.

The worst of it is these men are often accompanied by women. You have to assume wives or girlfriends who are also blind to the awfulness of the image. And here I have to say that we must be grateful some of these women don’t choose to similarly disport themselves in public.

I’m sorry love but you’re not built for shorts and a low cut T shirt. Have you seen yourself from behind?