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I spent much of this morning's gym session staring at Christine's tits. My reasons for doing this were twofold. Firstly, they're of such a size and shape that it's extremely difficult not to have them in your field of view at some time or other during a typical workout. Secondly, it occurred to me that she's passing up what could be an excellent money-making opportunity. I shall explain.

When you descend into the London Underground system on the escalator, you'll note that the walls are adorned with various adverts. This makes perfect sense, as people tend to stare, fixedly, at these walls as they grip the hand-rail. Maybe they're not paying active attention, but they probably take the message in subliminally, nonetheless, and so then go out and buy burgers, ISAs, or have abortions, and whatever else it is that the ad has directed them to do. Similarly, the platforms themselves carry adverts. So, as you stand there waiting to board a train, or to throw yourself under it, you can keep up to date on the latest in cameras, bank loans, make-up, and so forth. Indeed, one poster boasts, "100,000 people will look at this space today. Shouldn't your customers be amongst them?"

Why, then, doesn't Christine take advantage of the fact that people tend to stare a lot at her chest? Maybe not 100,000 people a day, but several dozen, at least, and all of them in the upper income brackets. Given this, I'm sure companies like Barclay's or The Royal Bank of Scotland would be happy to advertise their services across Christine's boobs, as they could confidently expect positive customer conversion of upwards of 10 per cent from such ads. Indeed, when she slims down and it gets a bit more pert, I'm pretty certain there'd be scope for selling advertising space on her arse, too. The sky is the limit, as they say (or maybe her arse, thighs, and stomach, anyway).

The only disadvantage I can see is that, because staring, fixedly, at women's tits will now become socially acceptable, they might have to come up with something new that can be regarded as unacceptable. So I might be looking, intently, at a regular billboard ad for, for example, fixed mortgages or holidays in Tenerife, when, suddenly, some woman from Saatchi & Saatchi or Ernst & Rubicon will slap me across the face and shout, "Are you some sort of fucking pervert or something?" before running off in a huff.

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