Now, most of you know I’m a somewhat relaxed dresser – the Fisherman unkindly suggested I was the scruffiest person he knows – but at least I don’t let my jeans slide down so you can see the label on my calvins. Assuming I am wearing any that is.
And I know it’s the fashion, but the chap in front of me on the plane today, was so attired. And it might look cool down at McDonalds, the Job Centre or in your local Wattersons, but you look a total and utter plonker in Club class.
Just wanted to get that off my chest.