The less 'fortunate', and I use the term advisedly, had only outward growth to adjust to, as spare tyres of rippling flesh burst forth from the space between elasticated hipster jeans and children's-sized short t-shirts; rolls of belly and blobs of overspilling back-cleavage, which at least ensured well-insulated kidneys, were complimented by 3-inch hoop earrings in gold plate and whole cans of ozone-devouring superset hair lacquer applied to home-set perms.