A few years ago, there was a mannequin challenge thing that became a rage for a few weeks, and then soon after that, went away again. Sadly I never got the chance to take part in any of those, mainly because a lot of them were in the US, and even the ones over here, I was never seemingly in the right place, at the right time. Yes, I would have loved to have done that, goes without saying really.
Of course, what would have been even better would have been to have been frozen, for real, as a mannequin. Unmoving, unthinking, just frozen in one place, would be an amazing sensation. Sadly, as far as I know, to do it for real cant be done, though a few authors have developed the technique in fiction, and I’d love it done for real. But just to do the mannequin challenge, yes, I’d still love to.
So when I saw this story last week, I knew I was looking forward to it
And as you can guess from the fact I’m doing this, the story is pretty good too. Am I jealous of the girls (even without the whole pleasure thing), you bet I am! I know, its a modelling thing, and I’m not young, pretty, slim, and several other things models are needed to be, but a woman can dream! And anyway, if anyone knows how to do that, and doesnt care how awful the model looks, I’d love it done to me. Maybe I could wear a hood, or something, pretty please?
I know, I know, but as I say, if anyone doesnt care about looks, and is doing the mannequin thing in the UK, I’d love to.
OK, video time. Long before the mannequin challenge was even conceived, this happened in Grand Station, New York. Yes, the signs to 42nd Street amuse me for the obvious reason!