My Mum had one of those moments earlier, like all Mums do where they just get things completely wrong. But Mama C's little senior-citizen glitch actually turned out to be a massive stroke of genius. My Brother was on about buying a morph suit (you know, those creepy lycra suits that cover your whole body? kinda like if the blue man group decided to partake in a cheeky bit of bank robbery), but she thought he was talking about buying a suit made out of the inflatable stuff you use in zorbing.
which made me think, the sooner zorb suits are invented, the sooner my life will become exponentially better.
gone are the days of waiting approximately 3 days for a rickety bus, which smells strangely like burger king and that stale smell which lingers after a house party, where 9 year olds play shit music at the back of and crazy people seek you out like some kind of missile, despite the fact there are hundreds (ok, 5's and 5's) of other seats.
you could just whack on your zorb suit and roll.
amazing.
duncan bannatyne is going to love it.
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