Archive for the 'Socks' Category
Maris Piper at the Gates of Dawn
Went shopping today. Browsed the barbecues because the cheap chinese bbq I bought summer before last is now a pile of rot, rust, and mould. Have decided to go for a Weber, because they have stainless steel burners and a long guarantee. Not this month, though, because we have to pay for the holiday.
I wanted [...]
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Tags: bbq, shopping
Perfect Skin
(There is probably still an editor/producer of a Radio 4 arts programme who thinks Lloyd Cole is the cutting edge of rock music.)
This is a miscellaneous entry, no guaranteed theme.
I have a sunburned face, that’s the first thing. It was Sports’ Day on Thursday at my school. Nobody thought it would happen, because of the [...]
Filed under: Commuting, Exercise, Socks, anxiety, hypochondria, omens and portents, paranoia, summer | 2 Comments
Tags: Shoes
iBone
In my continuing efforts to provide a service to those seeking the best colour shirt/tie/socks to wear with an olive green suit, I feel compelled to refer you to Adobe’s new Kuler, which allows you to mess around with different colour combinations and, er, that’s it. Flash 9 is required, unfortunately, and also the ability [...]
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Tags: Designerwear, Suits
Short of inspiration, I turn to the lovely searches.
Many people share my long-ago yearning for a box of Weekend and/or Good News Chocolates, though to the the person who searched for rowntrees box of weekend, I say: Mackintosh. Don’t forget your chocolate heritage. I passed a warehouse in Bletchley the other day that said “Cadbury’s [...]
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Tags: Suits
Quotes and Nearlys
It’s been a busy day on the ol’ search front. First of all, let’s get the 15-certificate perverts out of the way:
women getting splashed – one hopes you mean with water from a hose. Or perhaps paint as they use a roller on the living room ceiling… What else could it be?
Here is a case [...]
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Double Bonus
There’s a shoe shop in Strasbourg called Bonus. I first went in there about six years ago, the year we got married. They always have a sale on when we arrive, time of year, but I rarely buy from the sale stock. No, the reason I go back, again and again, is that they stock [...]
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Tags: Shoes
The Sock Factor
Back in the mists of time, I mentioned my life-long predilection for brightly coloured socks.
Back in secondary school, I was often reprimanded for wearing fluorescent pink or green socks (not part of the uniform), and I have always sought to avoid the black, the grey, the brown. I reserve particular contempt for those “wild and [...]
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Brooding
I’ve been brooding over being introverted. Actually, I think I’m an extrovert trapped in an introvert’s body. Thinking back to my post about brightly coloured socks, it’s one of the signs, isn’t it? An extrovert would just wear a garish shirt or something, whereas an introvert wears brightly coloured socks.
I wear the socks, but I [...]
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Socks and Suits
As a man who once wore Dunlop Green Flash tennis shoes for about 3 years solid (not the same pair), I’m hardly an expert when it comes to clothes. As the saying goes, I don’t know a lot about fashion, but I know what I don’t like. It’s easy to get locked into an era, [...]
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Tags: Designerwear, Suits
My first car
Ah, nostalgia. The extremely skinny person kneeling in this picture is me, checking the tyre pressure on my first car, MJJ779L, the Orange Beetle. My sister is leaning against the wall flirting with the photographer. Note that I’m wearing fluorescent socks. Those were the days.
This was taken during the period of time when I wore [...]
Filed under: Arrested Development, Family, Middle Age, Nostalgia, Socks, autobiography, motoring | 2 Comments
Tags: Shoes
