Thick as a brick

So I just got back from a very well earned week long escape to an isolated beach on the south coast. It was heaven...swimming, eating, swimming, eating...you get the idea.

But I have a slight problem now (apart from the constant pining for another beach holiday). Its my tan. You see...some people go chocolate brown. Some people go golden brown (And yes yes, some people get burnt to a crisp and I'm sorry, you may stop reading if you wish). But I'm different. I always struggled to come up with a name for the colour I become. Until last week when I got back from my fabulous holidays and a friend of mine exclaimed:

"Oh my god you're so tanned! Just like terracotta"

She nailed it. I'm terracotta. I'm ochre. I'm the colour of a roof tile, or a brick...in other words, baked clay. You remember the guy from The Fantastic Four...the guy made of rock? Yeah I look a bit like that.

Here is a picture of me when I got back from holidays.