Today:
Stetson cap
M&M button-down - blue
Paul Stuart jumper - shawl collar
Aquascutum raincoat
Dark Levis
Falke socks
Leather/fabric belt
Walk Over bucks
A late morning out in Beeston, a suburb of Nottingham. Not clothes-hunting for once, but bought books, DVDs and CDs from Oxfam and other charity shops.
Excellent food at 'Anatolia', a Turkish restaurant just down the street from the Oxfam shop.
Yuca, if you read this, go in there, just for the Turkish coffee - served the traditional way, with a glass of water.
A drizzly afternoon spent exploring London back streets between Holborn and Marylebone, discovering new Oxfam shops. Purchased a Chet Baker CD and a Tom Wolfe book. Hesitated at the door of a couple of pubs and then moved on. Rained all afternoon, but bliss really - providing you were equipped with a full length Grenfell raincoat, Brooks Brothers rainhat, John Simons brown herringbone jacket, LL Bean graph check button down, Tootal scarf, Levi 501s and Paraboots..
'The circuit': mainly through the local 'conservation areas'. Milder today - and, so far, dry.
I wore my Destinations golf jacket (you can tell it's an authentic golf jacket: it has a tiny representation of a ball on the breast, leftside), a Sir Pendleton in worsted, a blank Russell Athletic sweatshirt (blue, but not quite navy; pleasingly heavy), a pair of my faded down 501s and New Balance trainers in contrasting shades of blue. I haven't really warmed to them from an aesthetic point of view but they're undeniably comfortable.
So, not exactly out of the Ivy Styling Handbook, just - okay walking gear.
About the most interesting thing I saw was a chap cleaning his dogs back passage in a car-park.
Sir Pendleton
Russell Athletic
Silvermans' chinos (as recommended by Uncle Ian - who, let's face it, knows a thing or two)
Anonymous-Ism
Jack Purcell
I looked - and felt - quite different to yesterday, even though wearing two of the same items.
The shirt says 'Dry Clean Only'. These Americans!
Grey herringbone overcoat (knee length - I spent some time on an exposed Derbyshire hillside, so was glad of it)
Periwinkle blue Makers button-down (still crisp)
Navy Brooks lambswool slipover
Farah cords (USA-made) the colour of milk chocolate
Rust coloured Falke socks
Walk Over dirty bucks
Something of a contrast to last Friday when, visiting my hideous four year old grandson, I stuck to a Russell Athletic sweatshirt and Dickies.
Cool look AFS but hideous grandson? Come on man.
Very pared down in an old Gant shirt and faded 501s.
I enjoyed my trip out yesterday. Bought CDs and an excellent-looking book on jazz vocalists.
Had a stimulating conversation with an old Leftie working as a volunteer in Oxfam. He predicted the outcome of the next election.
Unlined Brooks raincoat - fly-fronted - stone
Mid-blue Woolrich flannel shirt
Navy RA sweatshirt
Plain-fronted Bean chinos
Royal blue Smedley socks
Walk Over dirty bucks
The raincoat - not needed.
Apparently I got an admiring glance from a woman in Morrisons. My wife was not impressed.
Into London with Mrs W for dinner and jazz. Khaki Invertere buffercoat over JS brown tweed jacket, Brooks denim button down, off white bedford cords, black Alden cordo loafers. Loafers were the subject of admiring comments from John Rushton when we visited his emporium had a nice chat with him on shoe and clothing related matters.
Sun’s out. Time to give the ecru jeans their first outing.
With Gant indigo. Like a very lightweight chambray. Unfortunately with chest pocket logo. Dark brown MIE Clarks db’s. Khaki/blue/red surcingle belt.
Planned to go with Failsworth linen newsboy, but being easily influenced, and after scrolling through The Weejun’s IG posts, swapped for navy ball cap.
Nowhere to go but to a farm shop to stock up on bird food. So woefully overdressed.
Not as glorious as I thought.
Stopped off home to throw on navy sweatshirt and change the ecrus for old reliable blue Edwins
Down vest - sand
RL flannel shirt - Black Watch tartan
Mid-blue Russell Athletic sweat
Navy RL chinos
Converse
Called in at the local Oxfam to check out their dozen or so jazz CDs. Lionel Richie was playing and the females who work there were as bland and boring as ever. If only they knew I'd had sex several times in their back room. They couldn't change a £20 and made me feel that I was offering them counterfeit money. I bought a Cannonball Adderley and a book of Marianne Moore's poems and scarpered. Where do these shops find their staff? Is total inability to deal with the public part of the job requirement? But I was my usual charming self.
Volunteer staff are obviously not what they used to be … ahem.
Contrast (if you like or will) the Oxfam crowd in the posher/trendier towns with those working in the old mining/textile/light engineering districts around here.
I know which I prefer.
AFS quote
If only they knew I'd had sex several times in their back room. They couldn't change a £20 and made me feel that I was offering them counterfeit money.
Perhaps they were aware of your past 'visits' and assumed the £20 was offered for 'services' they were reluctant to supply
I would have expected a good deal of change out of £20.
HaHa
Robbie, Oxfam's female volunteers tend to come in one of four different categories:
1. She recently stopped sucking her thumb/had her brace removed. Going through the early 'bunny hugger'/vegan stage. Somewhat awkward with the customers. Usually wearing pink/purple/yellow Converse or something similar. Does not think to offer a carrier bag no matter how many heavy art books you've just bought. Is usually called 'Chloe' or 'Clarissa'.
2. The 'serious glasses and frown'. Did her Duke of Edinburgh Award at the branch and has not found gainful employment since leaving 'uni' with a 2:2. Does a lot of lip-pursing and headshaking. Often to be seen wearing purple DMs. Often called 'Kate'. Thought Corbyn was wonderful (even if she couldn't spell his name).
3. Her elder sister/mother/aunt. Still wearing Indian cotton skirts (often wraparound), with the odd piercing and discreet tattoo. Still dying her hair and sporting Birkenstocks or DMs. Often goes under some curious nickname, given to her when studying Sociology at 'Poly'.
4. Granny. Sometimes has a little crucifix and an acrylic cardigan that she has neglected to button properly. Her hair is often cut short and resembles a Brillo pad.
She is sometimes called 'Cath', even 'Gladys'.
They are not genuine human beings, but manufactured at an industrial unit somewhere off an orbital road.
My missus does some work for the Red Cross in Finland. One of her jobs is in the recruitment of volunteers. Older Finnish people have a strong work ethic but some of the younger ones think nothing of letting down others at a moment's notice. They really are 'self centred', love to virtue signal but don't like putting in the hours of work necessary to do the job. This usually means my wife has to cover for them.
"They are not genuine human beings, but manufactured at an industrial unit somewhere off an orbital road."
Those kind of comments just put me off wanting to post here. Both my sons volunteered extensively at charity shops when they could and it's time consuming work.
These people are volunteering and in this case were in the shop, let's try to be kind here and think positively about them eh? There's enough cynicism and negative influence around us all right now.
Last edited by An Unseen Scene (2022-03-22 07:58:06)
AFS - however you think you sound when you say these things, it isn't how it is received by others. Time for me to leave you to it.