HOT pants are back with a vengeance, thanks to Kylie Minogue and the Cheeky Girls.
These skimpiest of garments are going to be everywhere this summer -- including nipping between pubs on Bradshawgate on a Friday night and parading in Victoria Square on a Saturday afternoon.
I wore them the first time around in the Sixties, and photos show I really shouldn't have (but back then we thought cellulite was what you used to paste paper to walls).
So, a spot of advice from a failed wearer. Forget hot pants this year if you've got (a) a fat bottom
(b) orange peel flesh
(c) thighs Will Carling would kill for
(d) a pension.
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