...You know those peculiar thoughts that infiltrate your head on a random basis whilst strolling around or pretending to do your job? Things like, "when you think about it, 'hymn' is a really oddly structured word", "Amy Winehouse is actually quite attractive" or "what do ducks think about". That kind of stupid oddness.
Well, I got to thinking the other day about a possible mathematical formula for gauging how "well-to-do" a lady of a "certain age" might be. And its this:
Volume of hair x Length of time Blow dried + Thickness of furs + Glare from shine of gold earrings = B
B: Where the greater the sum of these, the more well bred or posh (or haughty as we may be inclined to describe them ) someone is.
I swear, I saw a woman the other day whose blow dried coiff was so huge and practically screaming 'look how cultured I am' that she was less walking and more floating.
08/03/07 @ 15:40