Mrs Woman

The old adage, "If Event X happens, I'll show my arse in Woolies' window" had its swan song with a flourish here just over a week ago.

Realising it would be their last chance to deliver on failed verbal bets, some badass set up a photo opportunity to outshine anything the local rag could come up with, assuming* they would've had the balls to do it:

Cost of a 99-year old High Street institution going out of business: £Thousands.
Cost of a good scrub, freshly ironed pants and a nice black top: £1.46

Unashamedly shocking passers-by with your pale, pimply backside: Priceless.