Many thanks Vaclav.
You haven't said if you think I should wear it though...

I really ought to say that my cool/uncool rule is purely based on if I wear whatever item myself &, if not, how much I feel like making fun of other people on any given day. Probably this is a personality defect.
There is a nice Oscar Wilde line I would quote here but I can't remember it & I can't be bothered to look it up at the moment...

I think I'm going to say that Vaclav's blue coat is not for me.
I like a bit of tweed if it's chilly,
a nice mac if it's wet,
and a Bean Field Coat or Barn Jacket for messing around in.
I don't think I could fit Vaclav's jacket into my 'lifestyle' (whatever that is) somehow...
Maybe I should change my life?
Maybe I should just grow up & get it together?
Who knows?

Ted?

Miles

Ahhhhh - Sport!
I've never understood it.
Do you like bootfall then?
You must be ever so tough.
I went to a Rugby school (Ho Ho) - the game is nowhere near as macho as they all make out, you know. There is great tenderness between all the players which they cannot express in any other way than by running around after each other.
Ahhh - Life!
People can only love in the way that they are able.
I understand.

Miles.

Sorry Vaclav, I don't think I thanked you for the photo properly.
Thank You.
Not many would have taken the trouble.

All the Best -

Miles.

I rolled to the other Club last night.  In the other Trad mobile.  In it, I felt conspicuous.  Many in the mohawk.  I felt this, to be a uniform.  Me rolling in the longwings again.  With black t-shirt in solidarity with FNB.  Truly, I saw the man with the Record Label.  He bought me a Red Label in solidarity with the Afro-Saxon.  My second beer, was a Corona.  In solidarity with V. and Hector.  Into a plastic cup they put it -- because of the nationalists.  The smoking, was regulated to the patio outside.  Though the air was cold.  There were three sacks in audience.  But they turned to be the 4th band.  They rocked it, Jazz-a-dub-Free-style.  After the Rub-a-dub stylee and anger-punk.  The sacks, made the uniform mohawks uncomfortable.  And me too, since I was not true, to the roots.  Perhaps it is more punk to wear the sack now; than the uniform of the ripped Exploited shirt?

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