My Christmas Story By Emma Clarke

The office Christmas party was fast approaching and I was anxious to look my best in order to impress the guy in Sales that I had fancied for ages.

 Since I have the sort of looks that turn stomachs – not heads – I knew that I had my work cut out to look good on the night and so I spent a small fortune on a new dress, new shoes, new hair-do and make-up. I was going to knock the guy dead with my transformation from office mouse to office stunner!

 As part of the final preparation, I doused myself in fake tan.  Not a little.  A lot.  In actual fact, I put on so much of the stuff a small child could have swam in it. 

 When I left the house it didn’t look so bad – as the colour builds up gradually.  However within a couple of hours I looked like a genetically modified carrot.  Everyone was laughing and the guy I fancied avoided me.  It wasn’t the impression I wanted to make.

 To make matters worse when I woke up the next morning, so much of the stuff had rubbed off onto my best Egyptian cotton bed sheet that I could have passed it off as The Turin Shroud.

 Needless to say, I was a laughing stock for weeks.

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