This week I remember it’s Valentine’s Day next Thursday and I get this idea for what present I should get Scott, and this is a really good idea trust me. So after a couple of days of research, well actually after 20 minutes of walking around Covent Garden and not seeing any shops that sell what I want, I go online and order the present there. This has the added benefit that I don’t have to talk to anyone, but it also has the disadvantage that the present will probably not arrive in time, but come on, who cares really.
So I can’t say what the present is, because Scott has now taken to reading this every now and then, but I can say that it’s something that you wear. However, I will impose restrictions on how Scott can wear it, he cannot wear it the traditional way, he will have to wear it the way Carrie wore hers in an episode of Sex And The City and Aidan got mad at her. Also I’m getting one too. I think I’ve given too many clues and everyone will know now, but that’s fine, just don’t tell Scott.
I don’t really care about Valentine’s Day or Valentine’s presents really, but I thought of this and it’s a good opportunity to get it. Plus out of the 28 years of my life I’ve only been in a relationship / spent Valentine’s Day with somebody 2 (this is the third one) so I better take advantage of it while it lasts, because who knows when it’s gonna end and I’m gonna be alone again and then we’ll see whether I care about Valentine’s Day or not.
Anyway, on Friday at lunchtime I go to Tesco because I have forgotten to take my microwaveable pack of rice with me from home (as we all know I carb-load at 1600 every day now – one and a half hours before the gym to get some energy), so I have to buy some.
And I go there and start comparing the nutritional values of different flavours (there are many) and I’m also on the phone to Scott and I read out the percentage of fat per hundred grams of each flavour to him.
And I would usually get plain Long Grain which has 1.3g of fat per 100, but I’m really very tempted by Savoury Chicken which has 2.3g of fat per 100. And Scott tells me, fine go for that, let your hair down for once, so I let my hair down for once and buy Savoury Chicken (contains no chicken).
Also on Friday I’m wearing Ralph Lauren chinos and Timberland deck shoes and a green Ralph Lauren polo shirt with the collar up and a pink Lyle & Scott jumper and I’m carrying a big navy Ralph Lauren hold-all. And according to A Girl I look like I belong in 1957 sipping a Martini with a blonde on my arm and according to two other people in the office who I don’t really talk to but this Friday they feel inclined to come up to me and comment on my outfit, I look “very preppy” and “is this the look I was going for” and “where is my boat” and my responses are “I know”, “yes” and “it’s parked outside” in that order.
PS. When I move to Sydney can I still wear ridiculously preppy clothes like that there, or will it be completely unacceptable? I mean in London it’s not something you see everywhere, but there are certain areas (e.g. Chelsea, Pimlico, Bayswater, Belgravia) where this is a very common look and not ironically either. If you know please comment.