Damien on… Going Out For An American
The other day, I was passing a certain popular fast-food outlet, which had a life-size plastic clown seated on a bench outside.
Quickly, while no-one was watching, I got my wife to sit down and pose next to it.
With her head and hands in a certain position, it looked like he had good reason to be smiling.
I took a picture – and there are SO many reasons why I cannot show it to you!
Incidentally, while I’m on this – why DO junk-food joints insist on making their female staff wear mens’ trousers?