11/05/2010
One summer day in the 1976, I played truant from high school to go sunbathing topless - commonplace on the Mediterranean at the time, but a bit more daring in my case as I was in my friend’s Jenny’s back garden in the United Kingdom.
I was on the point of dozing off in a deckchair when my so-called friend poured a gallon bucket of cold water over me from an upstairs window.
After shaking my head furiously to clear my eyes and ears of water, I padded my angry way through the house in order to get my revenge on her. I was just about to storm up the stairs when Jacqueline, a mutual friend of ours, walked in through the front door.
She looked at me, completely soaked from my long blonde hair to the tips of my bare toes and wearing only a pair of bikini bottoms.
“If you’re having a Miss Wet T-Shirt competition,” she remarked, “I think you’ll find that you’re one item of clothing short.”
It didn’t improve my temper.
Poster:
Carole-Anne