Barely a month since the infernal world cup and here we are again with the Premiership set to bombard our television sets and betting offices with no hope in hell of the sight of civilisation as the booze flows as well as the blood of the innocent, what should I come across of the tele-box, YET ANOTHER INTERNATIONAL FOOTBALL GAME! By Jove! Will it never end, let us breathe for the love of all that is holy! I care not for this sport as you can tell dear reader, and I am aware it is the national sport although I cannot see how!?!?
Why must such a sport take up so much of a nations time? Whether on Sky or terrestrial it just seems to take precedence over all else! Why is it that this sport is associated unquestionably with the male gender, as I passed a chap in the street upon my way to the train station yesterday he wore one of those atrocious "comical" and "bloke" t-shirts, commending beer, football and chips while denouncing vacuum-ing and washing up.......*sigh*
I have no magical cure for such staining of society, but with a sport whose British clubs are in so much debt why have the players not been taken down to 3day working weeks like the good people of the textile or motor industry (is it because they don't work more then 3 days a week already?), all this debt yet with more spending, spending, spending? Is it not ironic in many respects (I wish not to sound like a follower of classim) that those who support the game most fanatically are perhaps the ones who have been hit hardest from the recession regardless of the 'growth' that's reported, are in fact the ones who hold these blasted bumbling ball bashing b*****d's in the regard?
Another pointless rant against something loved.
Thursday, 12 August 2010
Will we be seeing brown about the town?
So, according to this months GQ brown suits are back in fashion. HALLELUJAH! For too long I have been attempting to locate a suit of such colour, of course as always for a someone limited to the high street due to crippling student poverty, how long will it take to filter down to my level of interest among the mass consuming proles and 'indie' wannabes, will there be sufficient stock with a sufficient size and cut? For the tall yet thin? Unlikely.
The change of wind seemed like the perfect way to introduce myself to the interweb based world of blogging. I shall enforce be moaning about the life of a financially poor yet socially rich student gentleman who aspires to be a dandy.....often unsuccessfully.
Now, back to this brown business. I am over the moon yet dubious. For how long was one David Tenant donning a brown pinstripe before I saw something decent in even the simplest of high street store? I don't believe I have. (Although, I have been flittering between Southampton and Eastbourne the last three years, not exactly the high light of fashion or choice).
You may begin to notice some fluttering between the issue of brown suits and of my own self indulgent ramblings, i'm a narcissist what can I say, aren't we all? To some extent aren't you dear reader for taking concern over your appearance, perhaps wishing to confirm your beliefs and opinions?
BACK TO BROWN!
I have had a brown imitation tweed jacket for some good two years now, and the poor blighter has seen me through think and thin (clothes in my mind had characters, personalities, moods and even feelings), yet what I truly feel has been missing is an entire ensemble focused around the colour. This could all be seasonal, with A/W '10 approaching faster then anyone really wants to admit adapting your wardrobe to the chillier climate and darker shades and textures of nature is the next step from ensuring you apply plenty of Sun Burn Lotion when you get back from the last festival of the season (or holiday abroad of your a real adult), yet I hope that brown is here to stay for a loooooong time!
The blues, blacks and often dashing shades of grey, albeit often slimming seem more the sensible siblings of the fashion world, the ones who studied hard while one decided to step out for a late night beach drinking session or even something nerdy yet not academically acceptable, such as staying up to the early hours of the morn, to watch some foreign film fest on FilmFour, not caring for the consequences of sleep deprivation and further destruction caused to an already fragile and decrypted sleeping pattern.
The Brown suit feels more like the fun uncle who is never seen or heard from, yet you know exists, much like the balmy second cousin called Bertram that is the Harris Tweed Suit (too much Jeeves & Wooster of late for me in this metaphor I feel), much talked of, with much excitement.
Brown, Brown, Brown, must focus and not waffle away. As I have stated, big fan, yet I ponder, why is it that brown can be seen as exciting, what on earth happens when dark green (unlikely), comes to play? Why are we so modest in our high street colour pattern? Ok, I understand wearing a green with red pinstripe tail coat isn't everyone's cup of tea, but still explore and adventure with colour! If some punter will pop into Primani to buy some absurd bright t-shirt or foolish pair of pants that could cause any unsuspecting passer-by to break out into an epileptic fit, why are we so modest and simple with our suits? Why can't we return to a a time upon which our eyes gorged upon gluttonous colourful patterns?
However, I can't wait to pop down to the shops and get myself a new brown suit, problems of course caused by the sizing AS ALWAYS!
The change of wind seemed like the perfect way to introduce myself to the interweb based world of blogging. I shall enforce be moaning about the life of a financially poor yet socially rich student gentleman who aspires to be a dandy.....often unsuccessfully.
Now, back to this brown business. I am over the moon yet dubious. For how long was one David Tenant donning a brown pinstripe before I saw something decent in even the simplest of high street store? I don't believe I have. (Although, I have been flittering between Southampton and Eastbourne the last three years, not exactly the high light of fashion or choice).
You may begin to notice some fluttering between the issue of brown suits and of my own self indulgent ramblings, i'm a narcissist what can I say, aren't we all? To some extent aren't you dear reader for taking concern over your appearance, perhaps wishing to confirm your beliefs and opinions?
BACK TO BROWN!
I have had a brown imitation tweed jacket for some good two years now, and the poor blighter has seen me through think and thin (clothes in my mind had characters, personalities, moods and even feelings), yet what I truly feel has been missing is an entire ensemble focused around the colour. This could all be seasonal, with A/W '10 approaching faster then anyone really wants to admit adapting your wardrobe to the chillier climate and darker shades and textures of nature is the next step from ensuring you apply plenty of Sun Burn Lotion when you get back from the last festival of the season (or holiday abroad of your a real adult), yet I hope that brown is here to stay for a loooooong time!
The blues, blacks and often dashing shades of grey, albeit often slimming seem more the sensible siblings of the fashion world, the ones who studied hard while one decided to step out for a late night beach drinking session or even something nerdy yet not academically acceptable, such as staying up to the early hours of the morn, to watch some foreign film fest on FilmFour, not caring for the consequences of sleep deprivation and further destruction caused to an already fragile and decrypted sleeping pattern.
The Brown suit feels more like the fun uncle who is never seen or heard from, yet you know exists, much like the balmy second cousin called Bertram that is the Harris Tweed Suit (too much Jeeves & Wooster of late for me in this metaphor I feel), much talked of, with much excitement.
Brown, Brown, Brown, must focus and not waffle away. As I have stated, big fan, yet I ponder, why is it that brown can be seen as exciting, what on earth happens when dark green (unlikely), comes to play? Why are we so modest in our high street colour pattern? Ok, I understand wearing a green with red pinstripe tail coat isn't everyone's cup of tea, but still explore and adventure with colour! If some punter will pop into Primani to buy some absurd bright t-shirt or foolish pair of pants that could cause any unsuspecting passer-by to break out into an epileptic fit, why are we so modest and simple with our suits? Why can't we return to a a time upon which our eyes gorged upon gluttonous colourful patterns?
However, I can't wait to pop down to the shops and get myself a new brown suit, problems of course caused by the sizing AS ALWAYS!
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