My cousin, it turns out, is a glamour model. And not for anything so tame as the Sun or the Sport. Apparently she’s fairly ‘top-of-the-shelf’.
She’s not actually my cousin, but the daughter of my cousin – so what does that make her? My cousin’s daughter? Surely there’s a better definition than that. Anyway, I digress. She’s a 'glamour' model. I’m mildly stunned to find this out. But the way I found out was even more stunning.
At my brother’s house last night, my Aunt turned up with some family photo’s, including some professional shots of her granddaughter (my cousin’s daughter). They started pretty tame, but a bit odd – cricket jumper pulled down off one shoulder, coyly glancing at the camera, a bit of lip biting, shoulders back, you know the stuff.
We work our way through several similar shots, and then, there she is, tits out for all the world to see. I choked on my drink.
Now, anyone who has read the majority of my posts will know that I’m no shining beacon of morality. It's not that i dissapprove, it's just that it wasn’t what I expected.
Equally unexpected was her grandmother’s comment on the photograph, spoken in her deep Gloucestershire drawl….
“Hasn’t she got a lovely pair of titties?”
It doesn’t happen often, but I felt truly unqualified to comment.