On the way into work this morning, I dropped C. off at the train station so she could catch the early train to London so that she could pick up her new laptop. Yeah, that pretty much is as ridiculous as it sounds.
A few hours later, I got back to my desk to discover an email from my wife - presumably sent from her new piece of kit and thus all shiny and with go-faster stripes. The email was entitled "Trendy London types" and read as follows:
"The guy on the train opposite me this morning had a beard, was wearing tan brogues and flat fronted brown trousers, and had big white sunglasses (rayban, not oakley).
You are starting to become a cliche!"
Now, this is becoming ridiculous. Listen, trendy London types, if you lot don't get your own look sorted out pretty soon, I'm going to have to start looking into getting myself an image rights lawyer. You have been warned.
It's either that or I might have to -- reluctantly -- go and buy a razor.
Out of the kindness of my heart, I'll toss one more fashion tip out there for you all before I call in the lawyers. This one's for free: Kreigsmarine deck jackets are next.
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A man I hate
11 hours ago