Confessions of a West Cork tanorexic
I know some people think I'm on the fake tan, or possibly the sunbeds.
I can tell by the way they ask me, in a slightly forward, nosey, but challenging kind of Cork way, "You've a great colour. Were you away?"
And I look them in the eye and tell them truthfully that I was. I don't mention to them that I mainly got my colour foostering around Ireland, and over the last weekend. That would be too much for them. They'd think I was lying. And then I'd have to explain to them that I take a reasonably good colour, West Cork DNA, which somehow got a bit of the Spanish Armada mixed up in there.