Pevors Farm in the Times Newspaper

Posted on: June 5th 2005

Pevors Farm in the Times Newspaper

How I learnt to grin and bare it. Eating coleslaw and playing pool take on new dimensions if you’re naked, as Nicholas Roe discovers.

I WAS lying nude in the sun-room when a fit-looking woman of about 50 popped her head around the door and asked casually if I fancied joining a few fellow guests for a meal.

Then, without so much as a glance at my bare willy, but with distinct emphasis, she added: “Come just as you are.”

So I had a naked lunch, five of us tucking into coleslaw and tuna salad, sitting around a cosy table while I tried to come to terms with the fact that none of us had a stitch on. And if I looked this way I found myself staring at nipples; yet if I politely looked the other way . . . well, let’s not go into that just now.

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