I live near Manchester, Northen England, and we probably get 6 days a year of wonderful sunshine. We’ve had 3 already so not many left. When my pasty white limbs go outside and feel the warmth you can almost hear them moaning. We aren’t made for the sun you see.
Imagine then, having the money and free time to open a shop selling nothing but trunks in your favourite Pantone shades. It’s happened. In Saint Tropez.
Naturally, they’ll make a fortune. Imagine me, in Manchester, with my legs, in a pair of Pantone yellow Budgie-Smugglers.