Hugo Motter sent this picture in twice (bless ‘im) with the comment “Photo taken at a park in São Paulo, Brazil.”  He assures me that this was taken on a cloudy day.

Hugo, old buddy, old pal, you appear to have misplaced your shirt.  How did you lose it?  Were you valiantly attempting to save your lady-friend’s parasol that was snatched from her lace-gloved clutches by a viciously gust of wind and deposited up a tree?  Was your black silk shirt ripped off by a branch as you scaled the tree, hair rippling, sweat glistening while your lady-friend shouted “Just use a bloody stick and flick it out, Hugo”?  Then she yelled, “Wait, stop there, I’ll take a photo”! And here we are? That’s likely!

If I didn’t just invent a back story I’d say you were trying to get a dreaded up-tree tan.  FOR SHAME, well, not actually for shame. Tanned Goths are people too, friends.  Hugo appears to be quite high in the canopy there. He’s not smiling but he does have a hint of satisfaction on his face.. so perhaps he did retrieve the parasol.  Is it weird that I want to give him a hug?  Yes, probably. It is daylight but he assures us it’s a cloudy day (I’m sceptical).

3.95 out of 5 - No, officer, I was not posing semi-naked up trees, I was trying to retrieve a parasol *cough*