There are some things where only a photo will suffice. This is one of them, but, sadly, no photo. I will just have to try my best to snap this in words.
Setting: The back door of my house.
Scenario: Jonny has just returned from surfing. He has had a shower and is about to go out - he is late, in a hurry.
"Bye, Mum, see you later," he calls from the doorway.
He is wearing a towel, wrapped turban-wise, on his head.
The rest of his 6 foot frame is completely enveloped from the neck downwards in an enormous, virulently bright pink bath sheet.
I wonder how he will manage to drive his car.