paulo
Yet in actual winter they still seem to quite happily walk around town on a Friday/Saturday night in little more than their underwear.
Or any night at all if they're from Newcastle.
It's true that. My dad once had an idea to put together a book of photos of scantily clad women from Newcastle's Bigg Market, along with a caption showing the date and temperature. I think growing up in Newcastle you just get used to that North Sea wind. Plus we have a lot of Viking blood.