England didn’t just lose the World Cup. When it comes to male nudity, the country has also lost its sense of shame. Everywhere — on the Tube, in buses, on the streets, in the pub — men are striding around topless.
On Sunday in north Oxford I saw a man skiing topless, on roller-skis, with poles, down the Banbury Road.
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