Vanity vanity all is vanity

It's race season in the UK, with everyone donning overpriced rags and take to the horse tracks in the name of fashion and high society. Of course it is imperative that gallons of equally overpriced wine and alcohol to ensure they embrace their debauchery with all their strength. The men drown their blood in beer and testosterone to guarantee they act like juvenile primates. Spurned on of course by the women (and I can only refer to them to distinguish the species), dress like cheap harlots, all the time flattering themselves that they radiate true femininity. Hardly, they were spoon-fed that by magazines and TV to promote a `better more confident you`. Just as there is a gaping chasm between fine dining in the palace of the Queen, and what is served at a greasy roadside burger van, so is the difference between a real women and these harlots.

Dare I dig deeper to find out what is in these people souls..... eeek - I'll leave that to God.
Yes, but then again, it does remind me to thank my Lord as He saved me from what I used to be, and what I am now.

Cheers