It’s official. Sun beds are as dangerous to one’s health as smoking or asbestos.
Or even smoking asbestos.
Pasty faced scientists all across Europe are unanimous. There is a definite link between the use of sun beds and skin cancer.
Like this isn’t bleeding obvious.
I mean, let’s face it, a sun tan is nothing more than toasted skin. When you endeavor to acquire a sun tan you are effectively cooking yourself. This can never be a good thing. Never. Not in anyone’s book.
Well. Not unless that book belongs to the person who is in charge of the multimillion pound industry that thrives on the cheques and credit cards of the “desperate to be brown”.
There was a mini debate about it all on breakfast TV this morning.
In the white corner, fighting the good fight on behalf of all us “pale and interesting” folk was a pretty young blonde thing with perfect skin and the vital glow of good health. If she was a plant she would be a tender young succulent.
In the black corner, emitting no doubt the faint scent of eradiated carbon was the High Priestess of the Sun Beds Association. I won’t embarrass her by revealing her name. Suffice it to say that if the Government wants someone to appear on a warning poster advising people about the dangers of sun bed abuse this lady would be perfect. If she was a plant she would be a charcoal brick.
The words “wizened”, “desiccated” and “smoked kipper” came to mind. One overly dry gust of wind and she would have exploded into a pillar of salt.
After seeing her I didn’t need to hear the details about the scientific research.
I was totally convinced.
Factor 50 for me from now on.