Jiggle was out
Boob Botox was in
Over inflated ‘egos’ crashing around cities like bejewelled bumper cars, iPhone wallowers being projected into busy walls and empty roads by these mountains of solid flesh shadowing the pavement.
All in the name of fashion.
All because there was nothing else to believe in.
All because THEY told them to.
The marketing directors, the PR, the press, one big voice echoing over skylines. ‘BANISH THE BOUNCE’ ‘STAY FIRM’ ‘DON’T DROOP’ ‘MOTHER NATURE CAN WAIT’
The men were mortified, a busty bounce was their ideal, a tremouring tit-wank their dreams, their small worlds had been destroyed *BOOM*. Only the old VCR’s of bygone porn could be their comfort now, this was a craze that had taken over sanity.
The rumour mill whispered that the brazier manufacturers had more ad space for less money and were bound in a contract for decades, the media spin merchants wanted a Christmas bonus to see them through the never ending recession.
But, that’s just one side of the two headed coin.
I never did see a skinny Fat Cat that winter.