No, not a banjo lovin’ whiskey swillen son of the south, I’m literally a red neck.
An afternoon sitting in the son at the footy followed by an afternoon in the sun at the Easter Sunday bbq has left me with a neck the colour of a freshly boiled lobster. I’ve gone through a tub of moisturiser but I’m still glowing red. Stick me on a buoy and I could be guiding ships in to port tonight. I’d gone all summer without a sunburn, what an idiot to get a really bad burn in autumn.
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I got sunburnt in ENGLAND. In WINTER in ENGLAND.