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Hugo Rifkind

It’s the summer of the topless man,and there’s nothing we can do to stop it

18 July 2013

1:00 PM

18 July 2013

1:00 PM

Topless men. What does that mean, then? I was opposite one on the tube the other day, heading north from Finsbury Park, and I just couldn’t stop -staring.

In terms of sheer comfort, I was quite jealous. There was me, sweating in my shirt and suit trousers, and there was him, open to the air in shorts and nothing else.

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