Holy Hotpants Batman!

(Not actual size/shape/rear of yesterday's models)--->

No spoilers! Saw the film, t'was terrific stuff, Ledger was great 90% of the time, wildly over the top 10% of it. Aaron WAS Harvey, Maggie a better Rachel, although I never got the dislike everyone had for Katie Holmes in the role. Christian Bale- who I have a great deal of girl smut affection for- was bufftacularly fine, but the Batman voice makes me laugh and must surely kill his vocal cords after a coupe of takes.
All in all though it was precisely want I wanted from a Summer blockbuster. And I gave more than one whoop of gleeful delight at some of the stunts.
But that's not what I want to write about, what I want to write about is summer fashion, more importantly, hotpants.
The paramour had bought tickets, both of us grinned in relief when the machine spat them out, but the show wasn't until 8:45, and it was only 7:30. SO to kill some time we took a walk around, grabbed some Japanese food and took another stroll outside to partake in some people watching. Now people watching in Ireland in a thoroughly enjoyable pastime, we Irish are a mighty strange bunch, and in large groups I think we are fascinating. yesterday's group had a spectrum as broad as broad could be.
To our right we had a funny group of gelled chicken headed boys taking turns buying cheap can of beer from Tescos, A Bette Middler crossed with Red from Fraggle rock look alike, luminous tights girl, QuickSliver Dad and his gorgeous wife and beautiful children, the three men who arrived flushed and excited, one of which, the paramour noted, was wearing an actual Batman t-shirt. The Howya with her boyfriend spitting, and catcalling.
And oh holy sweet cheeks Batman, hotpants, there was a woman, wandering around wearing hotpants. Pink toweling hotpants, tight pink toweling hotpants and a matching pink toweling boobtube.
I gawked. I tried not to, but I did.
According to the Times over the weekend Hotpants are all the rage for the summer. But I generally read things like that and roll my eyes. "Sure' I always think. 'Whatever.'
But obviously I stand corrected, for not two seconds after the vision in pink pea-cocked past another one trundled past, and this one took the biscuit in blue. Blue hotpants, blue vest, and bright red sun burned legs. And then, another! ( although this one was with tights)
Maybe I'm too old, maybe I'm too square, maybe I'm too something or other, but dear sweet jebus what in marmalade's name possess any Irish women to stick on a pair of hot pants, gaze at herself in the mirror and say, why yes, this is perfect for going out this evening. Especially...and I'm not being an ass here, but especially the larger lady-like miss toweling pink most definitely was. Of course everyone is entitled to wear whatever the hell they like, but really, hotpants? Hotpants?
Sometimes things that work in music videos, fashion pages and on Kate Moss simply don't translate in the real world. It is my view that hotpants, toweling or otherwise are some of those things.