Gavlah, that can only be wishful thinking,
Jimbo - small can be a beautiful experience if in the hands of the skilled craftsman, or a Master!! - Just ask Don!!
Of course - you must be the white-bearded elderly gent I saw with the beautiful body, pushing a wheelbarrow up the beach, loaded with your truly magnificent proverbial's.
Giving the "old" sideways glance & winking at all those Ladies with a wistful expression of longing, as you trundle your bundle past jealous husbands en-route to a peaceful spot near the old fishing hut, for a session with the Naturist Colony.
Don't be surprised if they go, as they are prone to disperse back to the Hanoverian Forest regions, as they just can't compete with a Northern Lad!
Only the ghostly Vlad could possibly compete!
As for myself, I "shrink" into the background so the Lord of the the Campus can stretch out, erect the tent-pole and flag - - - and gradually microwave to a fabulous tan!