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Oh, Where can I put my face?.....

There are times and places in life when the thought of being recognised gives you sweaty palms. Being in the more X-rated section of Ann Summers, when shopping for your first box of condoms as a young one, when exiting a charity shop or when seemingly lost in the fruit and veg section of the grocery shop. having a few quick disguise tricks up your sleeve is a handy life saver,you just have to have a handbag like a Mary Poppins bag.

Really think about your options something quick and simple can work wonders. Nobody is going to question the hulking male bodybuilder wandering around the sex toy section wearing a business suit and bright pink lipstick. Looking like a wacko is a surprisingly effective tool for self preservation. The best way to hide in the middle of a crowd is to pretend you belong there! The same applies to shops and other "locations". If you are a hospital in-patient and need a disguise... step away from the scalepls! and be very bloody wary of plastic surgery - look what happened to Michael jacksons nose.



 My two disguises of choice!!



Isn't make-up a wonderful invention?

Go forth and think outside the box

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