I guess we all have those days occasionally when the whole world seems a bit beige, and we can’t quite work out why we should even get out of bed. Eventually we make the effort, but then just sit around staring into space.
Sooner or later some cheerful Charlie comes along, and attempts to open a conversation by asking, “Mornin’ Sunshine! What’re you so cheerful about?”
I suspect the chap in the picture is in that sort of space. Clearly he doesn’t want to be touched. You’re invited to submit a short account of why you think he’s feeling that way (using the Comment option below). Is it something to do with global warming, or a feeling of impending doom as he anticipates Tony Abbott’s response to the Federal budget, or just a sense of bewilderment as he realises that his genitals have entirely disappeared overnight? Or maybe all of the above. And if you can also tell us where the picture was taken, that’s even better.