One thing that has always disturbed me is the fact that people have two set of clothes - a scruffy set for mucking about in and a smart set for going out in. I mean, do you change into a different person with you go somewhere ‘special’? No! You’re still the same bumhole you were building that treehouse this morning. So why dress different? Are we living in the middle ages? Are you all suckers for that sophistication crap they pump out on TV? Or do you lick the boots of those big men type wankers with lots of cash?
If there’s one thing I can’t stand, its vanity, especially in blokes, I love my clothes.