Fooled you, perverts of the interweb.
I have decided to take up Milan's challenge not only with a post about something that's been interesting me for some time, but by including the first ever picture of me on the blog. So here I am.
The reason I do this is to ask the question "why do some guys think it's the done thing to wander around Ireland in sub-zero temperatures in January almost topless?"
Seen them? They wander the streets in t-shirts when all around them huddle in enormous coats, scarves, gloves and hats. I was in a coffee shop the other day when it was actually below zero outside (the radio had told me) and there, wandering in from the street, a guy in a polo shirt.
Is it a "hard man" vibe? All around you are losing extremities to the frost and yet you have to show that you'd be grand in the Arctic in just a vest? Maybe the laydeeeeez think you're Alpha Maley as a result? Is it a very, very obscure S&M thing? Or, gentlemen of the lesser clothing in the winter fraternity, can you just not afford a jumper?
I'd like to point out that this is a daytime phenomenon too - don't even get me started on Temple Bar on a Friday night.
Answers on a virtual postcard.