Silly Season

They say August is the silly season so when the goldfish has died, the pressure at work is unremitting, the nights are sweltering, the exercise regime is faltering and the kitchen needs cleaning, why not simply act like a complete lunatic, take off your shirt, stick a dying rose between your teeth and take a picture of yourself?

One thing's for sure I'd make a lousy gigolo. What is all that nonsense about dancing with a flower in your mouth anyway?