We've become inspirational...
Posted: Sat Nov 02, 2019 9:34 am
...if The Guardian is to be believed https://www.theguardian.com/fashion/gal ... n-pictures. We are the new style icons. Does this mean that the banks are soon going to be crowded with avid hipsters anxious to consult us on our daywear choices? Will we be deluged with invitations to oversee forthcoming menswear lines at major labels (I'm holding out for Armani)? Will Dick Walker, Fred Foster, Ivan Marks and Billy Lane be added to this list https://www.gq.com/gallery/cary-grant-p ... -slideshow? Will I finally get to meet Kate Moss when she drops by the Plumpers stretch on the S&T canal to check out the styles?
I think this calls for a gallery of how we do our fashion choices, while engaging in our favoured leisure pursuit, to offer guidance to those so anxious to emulate us. Get those photos up here guys, a nation holds its breath in anticipation.
BTW, in case anyone here was thinking of taking up the recommendations in The Guardian you might care to note that in the first picture the belt alone costs £50 and the total outfit comes to £720. Presumably the G didn't print the prices to avoid heart attacks among readers. Note that the tackle is provided, of course, by the never-knowingly-underpriced Orvis, supplier of choice to angling's equivalent of fashion victims everywhere.
How are we going to break it to them that the final touch is a subtle but pervasive and enduring perfume of a mixture of ground bait, bream slime, maggot sweat and worm juice (another reason the nation holds its breath)?
I think this calls for a gallery of how we do our fashion choices, while engaging in our favoured leisure pursuit, to offer guidance to those so anxious to emulate us. Get those photos up here guys, a nation holds its breath in anticipation.
BTW, in case anyone here was thinking of taking up the recommendations in The Guardian you might care to note that in the first picture the belt alone costs £50 and the total outfit comes to £720. Presumably the G didn't print the prices to avoid heart attacks among readers. Note that the tackle is provided, of course, by the never-knowingly-underpriced Orvis, supplier of choice to angling's equivalent of fashion victims everywhere.
How are we going to break it to them that the final touch is a subtle but pervasive and enduring perfume of a mixture of ground bait, bream slime, maggot sweat and worm juice (another reason the nation holds its breath)?