This is just a Friday I guess, so I decide to go to work – why not – and at work I work, wearing Diesel jeans, a white shirt sleeved shirt from Topman, green Lyle & Scott cardigan, ___ belt and Lonsdale trainers. I’m sorry but I forget to take a picture of this outfit.
Then at lunchtime I play squash with a guy at work, where I may tragically lose, but in fact I am a winner because this time I have remembered to take a change of underwear with me and I don’t have to put on the old sweaty ones again after my shower.
Then I meet A Girl and we go buy a £20 birthday cake from Paul’s bakery for somebody’s birthday in the office and in the afternoon we may also do some work, but we mainly eat cake.
Then after the gym it’s Friday evening when I’m told that people usually “go out” to “have fun” so I start texting Donnell to see what’s happening. And Donnell says:
“So going to the Box? Am meeting ___ at 2130”
(Let me remind non-Londoners that the Box is a bar that’s like a naked muscle Mary club only with t-shirts on)
And I says:
“OK I’ll come to the Box at that time even though I sometimes wish we’d go somewhere different, perhaps somewhere indie / alternative / electro bar but I know my words are wasted really”
And Donnell says:
“Please tell me a bar of the above genre that actually has FIT guys?” (caps Donnell's own)
And I says:
“There are other things in life apart from FIT guys you know, like good music, decent people, literature, clothes, etc” (caps mocking Donnell)
(God I sound like a twat don’t I? I’m just glad I’m me and I don’t have to talk to me)
Then I go home and get ready to go out and in protest I’m wearing a Suede t-shirt (thanks to the reader who directed me to it on ebay), not that me wearing a Suede t-shirt at the Box is either going to a) be noticed by anyone or b) make a difference, but in my head it does.
And this looks like this:
Oh yeah, for this Saturday daytime event I’m wearing a ripped Felix Blow shirt (no sleeves and ripped down the side on both sides) which I’ve also put a Suede pin on and ___ shorts and green Fred Perry trainers with white socks. And the look I’m going for is kinda Blink 182.
- I buy a pair of really, really short navy kinda-boating looking shorts that I intend to wear with either white plimsolls or loafers or deck shoes
- I try on a polo shirt in sizes Small and X-Small and I end up buying the Small one because I expect it to shrink
- We bump into Bryant and a friend of his and Bryant is buying the same two skinny ties that I bought from there last week (Bryant is a very indie gay)
- I take a picture of some boy who’s wearing crapy ill-fitting ripped jeans and a polo shirt and ancient trainers and a brand new pristine Louis Vuitton shoulder bag, and I like this so I take a picture