Existentialism 101
I had to retire my favourite pair of jeans this morning.
They were more holes than substance, despite my best City and Guilds: Dressmaking attempts at patching them.
I am not against ripped jeans, per se, but there is a point after which you can longer rock the 'eccentric cool' look without running the risk of a kind-hearted soul pressing a few coppers into your hand and entreating you to 'buy a hot meal, my dear'.
If I seem subdued today, it is because I am grieving for my jeans.
They were more holes than substance, despite my best City and Guilds: Dressmaking attempts at patching them.
I am not against ripped jeans, per se, but there is a point after which you can longer rock the 'eccentric cool' look without running the risk of a kind-hearted soul pressing a few coppers into your hand and entreating you to 'buy a hot meal, my dear'.
If I seem subdued today, it is because I am grieving for my jeans.
posted by Lucy at 12:49 pm
7 Comments:
I know how you feel. Not so long ago I had to retire my favourite shoes as they no longer had souls.
I should really do the same with my favourite jeans as I'm now to thin for them and they're falling apart.
I can't bring myself to do it though, it's like killing an old friend.
What about retiring your jeans with the sick on them? Or your jacket...with sick on it? Or your hand...with the sick...you get the idea!
Why was Paul taking photographs down the front of your trousers again? I forget...
MR AND MRS JAMES WHYLEY-JARROLD
PLEASE TAKE YOUR 'DIRTY WEEKEND' IN-JOKES ELSEWHERE.
UNLESS YOU ARE GOING TO POST PHOTOS.
REGARDS,
THE MANAGEMENT.
The in-jokes stay. Photos will be online shortly!
Did you ever get your 50 notes back?
Anyway, PHOTOS
I hope this pleases the overlord.
YOU HAVE EARNED A BRIEF REPRIEVE
PLEASE ENSURE THE HOMOSOCIAL ANTICS REMAIN IN THIS THREAD
NO HEAVY PETTING IN THE COURTYARD
PLEASE DO NOT FEED THE LLAMAS
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