I cannot let today pass without mentioning that today is boobquake. In the name of science, women are invited to dress as immodestly as they can, in order to see whether it does, indeed, cause an increase in the number of earthquakes. Sadly, as I’m not particularly endowed in that department (and the day I was patted down in Belfast airport by the security chap as he had taken me for a boy and he didn’t notice his mistake is still engraved upon my soul. I grew my hair after that), I’m not sure my puny cleavage will add to the effect. But if the sun comes out any more I’m planning on taking off my jumper and believe me, that’s quite a step for Scottishkind.
If you’re reading this and you’ve got the wherewithal, join in! It’s science! And besides, it should be fun. Thanks to Aviatrix to the heads (or some other part of the anatomy) up.