Wouldn't it make more sense to have more pictures and less agonizing yakety yak. It goes nowhere.

I'll just say that I'm glad I'm so adept at reading what everyone I encounter is trying to say with their clothes that I can efficiently either notice them or not notice them.  Then I move on.  I'm more concerned with how big her tits are or what kind of car he's driving.

Let's just say this:

Some people love clothes for what they are - articles of clothing.  They are drawn to the style, the cut, the texture.  Others love them and attach more importance to what they say about the person when they wear them.   

I think Jim and I just fall into the former category.  That the clothes portray something or say something about the wearer goes without saying.  The wearer just accepts that and goes about wearing.

It's hard to be heroic when you have bills to pay and a job and all that.  Heroic?  Romantic?  No room for that in modern society outside of Hollywood.  I consume, therefore I am.

Last edited by Worried Man (2013-10-08 10:45:07)

And, as though Woss and Mithus Woss were not enough - here is the modern 'Scottish look': long thought extinct, a pair of hephalumps (still believed to be alive) located in Glasgie, were dumped on with such an obscene amount of money that they are going to support a football club - by carrying the grounds a round on their broad shoulders. Asked what they were going to do with their money, their spokesperson chimed that they were off for a Sat'dy nicht out in Glasgie and few beers and probably going to be upping the ante from pickled onion Monster Munch to Walkers cheese 'n' onion crisps:

http://uk.eurosport.yahoo.com/blogs/early-doors/scottish-club-hit-jackpot-161m-euromillions-winners-plough-133419900.html