Sunday, 1 June 2008

Sunday 01/06/08

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:



On Saturday morning I meet Scott and Donnell (what do these guys want?) and we go to the gym, but before going to the gym we go to Topman. 

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.



At Topman the following things happen: 

-       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


Then we go to the gym.  Saturday night I go out to a straight night which is great fun but that’s the next post.

28 comments:

Neil said...

You are missing a giant opportunity to not make this into a book, and then sell it for a movie. This is THE BEST QUOTE EVER:

(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)

London Preppy said...

neil: I did consider not putting that line in, because I knew people would focus on it. But in the end I just thought it was too good :-)

kim said...

the more clothes you wear the better you look; your sense of fashion heightens your attractiveness ...

London Preppy said...

kim: Thank you very much. I like the clothes. More than then nudity

AlwaysReadySF said...

Well there's a time for clothes and a time for nudity...
I personally enjoy both equally ;-)

Tim in Italy said...

Your life continues at what seems like breathless speed. The internet is still out at the house, so I trekked into the office on a long, lazy holiday week-end to catch your Sunday post. Never disappointing.

I started a re-read of Glamorama last night and all I could think of was you, although I'm sure you'd know what "moi" means. And this could be the reason behind the ubiquitous red eye patches: you really don't want anyone to know you're a metrosexual supermodel terrorist. Call me crazy, but that's where I am today.

London Preppy said...

always: That's is very true I guess!

tim: I would know what moi means, but I am more than likely to pretend that I didn't, so as to appear more ignorant. Which I often go for. Then when I actually am ignorant, people wonder: is this a game or does he really not know?

Anonymous said...

“There are other things in life apart from FIT guys you know, like good music, decent people, literature, clothes, etc”

i'm glad to see that you are giving the dregs of society a chance at social acceptance.

London Preppy said...

anon: No worries

Cockbag LLC said...

That guy with the Louis Vuitton bag was probably from the U.S. I didn't realize how fat and poorly dressed Americans were till I visited London

Ja said...

Your paleness in the pics astounds me. Not a goal I'd ever have, but nice work.

Anonymous said...

Tell Donnell that the fit issue is easier to fix than the empty muscle boy issue. You can always get an interesting, cute, but unfit boy to the gym.There is no solution for someone with a great body and zero personality.

Greg

Stephen said...

is that a motorcycle helmet? Why are you holding that?

michael01 said...

I am reminded that Narcissus and The Boy Who Cried 'Wolf' were both delightful Greek lads. (No need to dwell on how those stories conclude...) I agree with Neil: that line ("best quote ever") is brilliant. Maybe you can copyright it.

Ben said...

This blog is leading me astray, me thinks. I took a stealth pic of a fitty in the park yesterday, whilst pretending to send a text.

I am lucky I did not get arrested! haha

Liking the Suede t-shirt, but what's with the bike helmet? Didn't know you rode a moped! :-P

Trybaby said...

WOW no actually there isn't. Has TV and popular culture taught you nothing. It's abs or nothing.

Who's helmet is that?

Hmm you didn't red out your leg tat. I know it's too small to see but still. And you look constipated.....

mr man said...

suede shirt!

is that a random smattering of letters on the side or do they say something? a lyrics anagram would be fun...

and I have to concur w/ kim: more clothes --> more appealing

London Preppy said...

cockbag: Does this guy really look fat?!

ja: Thank you, thank you, it's a controversial look but I'll keep it up

greg: This is a very interesting coincidence, see tomorrow's post where I'm writing about this very topic

stephen: Scott has a motorbike. That's my helmet

michael: OK, this is officially my line from now on, nobody can use it. And that's that

ben: Where do we get to see that picture then?

trybaby: Please send us picture of yourself looking constipated for comparison purposes

mr man: The writing says, "what does it take to turn you on", obviously from the song ___

Anonymous said...

Your quote isn't that original. I've seen the scond sentence many times before in both print and private emails.

You write very, very well though, with many other original and excellent quotes.

Bobby

Will said...

Hey LP, How are you?

When you going to OZ?

Also, what's the painting of and who is it by - the one behind you where you are wearing the Felix Blow top.

take care,
Will

dickophile said...

love the suede shirt (even though i don't know who suede is, but im an american so dont hold it against me). way to say "fuck you" to the gay establishment.

London Preppy said...

bobby: Oh. Shame. I hadn't heard it before. I usually steal lyrics from songs but hadn't seen this one anywhere

will: Hello. This is a photograph of Greece winning the Euro 2004 (soccer/football tournament)

dickophile: Suede is an alternative band from the 90s. Completely unsuccessful in the US so no worries

prepster said...

Sometimes, I really can't imagine how straight you were before you came out.

mm. have good day mate.

Red Exile / Красная Ссылка said...

At the risk of seeming autistic in obsessing at tiny points of detail(judging by yesterday's comments we're all at risk of mental-health diagnosis in this space), but...

...twice now I have noticed your 'institutional' fire alarm system in your pics. Like in a public-sector facility, like a barracks...

I notice it because I have three red 'panic buttons' in my place - but this is Moscow and my job etc, etc - oddly one is my in reach of my loo (and I have always wondered what gastro-crisis would cause me to hit that).

They have only been used twice. Once when I moved in, when corporate security checked they were actually *connected* to something and once, LOL, when my visiting mother - despite my fulltime housekeper - decided one needed dusting...

...she liked the men that arrived & I swear she did it on purpose...

Trybaby said...

Rather than send you that, how about I send you something you actually might like.

http://isecretlyhateeveryoneandmyself.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html#links

London Preppy said...

prepster: I can't pretend I was super straight. I just had no exposure whatsoever to the gay. I had never met/spoken to a gay person ever. Well maybe met somebody without knowing but I'd never socialised with openly gay people if you know what I mean

red: I have no idea why it's there in my flat. I just walked over and checked it, and it's a proper little glass thing that you're supposed to smash (I'd never paid attention before). It's very strange, I don't even know if it's operational

Red Exile / Красная Ссылка said...

This is gratuitous squatting on ur webspace, for which I apologise, but..

Yves Saint Laurent's death being announced tonight. *The* first *out* fashion designer...

Yves Saint Laurent made *massive strides* for the world to believe we gays were not just suicidal paedophiles...

Not just of my parents' class, but generally - in the 1960s - he made *gay*, if not socially polite, he made us less *toxic*.

All gays - even if they have barely heard of him or liked his later years' designs - should at least be polite enough to acknowledge that his worldwide accepted definition of style made us queers less horrid to the rest of the world.

We owe him *huge*...

mr man said...

hmmm not sure which song... though I have animal nitrate in mind... [harhar]