Like a lot of weird things, this trend started on the internet when, during the height of summer, Chinese parents couldn't work out what to do with their left over watermelons, so they made suits out of it and put their babies in it... Suits.
What do they do if the child isn't potty trained....
My Reaction....
The text accompanying the above image read, "Watermelon Spartans are here!"
It's nothing to do with cancer I just think it is really embarrassing when you get sun-burnt. Right? It is like wearing your Britishness on your sleeve and I'm really not okay with that, but I don't know why. I mean, why am I ashamed that I am pale, and I will therefore burn, I have no idea. I'm not one of those insolent humans that will lay out for hours in the sun in the vain attempt of getting a tan because it leads to said sunburn. I mean I guess cancer is a teeny tiny worry but EVERYTHING GIVES YOU CANCER, says The Daily Mail. Also I hate the alternating you have to do if you feel one side burning, the uncomfortable rolling and all that. I just wanted to enjoy the sun and get a bit day drunk. Is that too much to ask. But I guess it must be because now I have a burnt shoulder and ice lolly juice dribbled all down my leg and getting sticky. Then that attracts the wasp that puts the fear of God into me.
Are you drunk?.... I think you are. I agree, apart from the Cancer thing which is obviously a factor I am also scared of peeling because of aesthetic reasons. I run in straight away to put on after sun so that I don't get burned and instead get a 'golden tan'. I feel so vain, but pink is so not my hue. Plus I hate having to lather myself in sudocrem and lay in a naked starfish in a dark room for the rest of the afternoon.
I am a summer girl, always have been and most likely always will be. I cannot handle any other season. Nothing compares to a good summer and I have had some excellent summers. There are five songs that for me hold pretty incredible memories, that I've tried to explain for you dear readers, but they may just be sentimental waffle to you - in that case, at least enjoy my eclectic musical choices for a bit of winter sun!
2012 Sean Paul - Temperature
First girls' holiday with no parental control, being bizarrely good at scoring free shots (tequila anybody), dancing like SLUTS yeah that's right what have you got to say about that political correctness and just a genuinely excellent time with some rather great people.
2011 Don Omar - Danza Kuduro
The summer I fell in love with a chef on holiday in Mallorca, I was with my family and my friend's family, me and my friend cut loose on the evenings and he would come meet me after his shift. We would dance, flirt and go for moonlit walks on the beach (can I get an awww please?).
2010 Toploader- Dancing in The Moonlight
Imagine being on the tiniest, remotest, Scottish, slate-quarrying Island known to man. With your family and a mental dog. Welcome to hell and hilarity. I drowned my sorrows in Iron Bru and sung this tune at the top of my lungs as we hiked up hills and got attacked by rain, wind and occasional bouts of sunshine.
2009 Justin Timberlake - Senorita
We were staying with friends that live in Spain. A sleepy mountainside village, where I learned so much Spanish, mixed some Tinto Verano and played cards with old men. This was a daily siesta accompaniment as I drifted off dreaming that the Spanish boys in the village wanted me to be their Senorita...
2008 Texas -Inner Smile
Two families rented out what seemed to be a miniature castle in rural France, the adults drank a lot of wine, we (the youngsters) watched a lot of The Simpsons/Red Dwarf and ate tonnes of chocolate. My brother developed an obsession with crème brulee. Every time we got in the car I insisted we play this song.
