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Right, theme for Sedition next month is “Fantasies and Fables”. As per previous months I’m getting a tshirt printed specially. So we’re going for:

“There is no happily ever after” [front]
“See?” [back]

However, I am opening up the floor to suggestions. Let’s hear your ideas and, if I like it, your text could be going to sedition on a shiny new tshirt

Tomorrow I shall be going here wearing this

waving these about

while eating these

Feel free to come along and say hi I’ll be giving it large on the dancefloor (unless you’re my physiotherapist in which case I’ll be sitting sedately on a chair all night and placing absolutely no undue stress on my knees at all… honest)

Oh - the tshirt says ‘I’ve done… questionable things’, theme for tomorrow night is Blade Runner, this is a quote from the film, that’s as close to fancy dress as I get

The hotel room I had on Friday for the nights clubbing was… well… pants. £25 per person per night in central London tells you all you need to know really To top things off I had to wait for 15 minutes to be let in (the guy manning the desk was upstairs sorting out a problem with one of the rooms), 10 minutes to check in (it wasn’t him to let me in so I had to wait for him to come down) and they didn’t have the room I ordered. Instead I got a 5 bed room which, given everyone else had dropped out, was just a bit silly with a bathroom that was shared with another room (turns out the ‘private’ bathrooms are ‘private’ to a couple of rooms rather than being open to the floor which is nice). The shower was so bad that I couldn’t use it, the toilet seat was broken and the rooms were heated to about 60 degrees C.  OK, so I had a TV to watch (a teeny tiny thing with an aerial and a signal that would drop in and out depending where the people upstairs stood) and it allowed me to kill the time between arriving and leaving for the club.

I was also treated to a further 15 minutes stood outside when I got back after the club. The guy on the desk was clearly sleeping because, after much ringing of the bell and banging on the door) I managed to get hold of the phone number and rang the hotel. He suddenly came out of the day room looking like someone who’s just woken up. Since he didn’t know I was only supposed to be a party of 3 (you pay in advance so they don’t care once that’s sorted) and that no one else had checked in with me I claimed that everyone else had got bored waiting for him to answer the door and gone home. I packed my bag, demanded to check out there and then and stormed out in true ‘disgruntled customer’ fashion. Not that they care.

Anyway, hostel on Sunday (so we’ll be able to compare that to cheap hotel ) and then I’ll just be going to clubs that are open until stupid o’clock in the morning so I can just catch a train home.

For your delight and delectation I have provided photos of the room, photos of the clothes I was going to wear (including my new glow in the dark ‘meh’ tshirt), and photos of my clubbing toys obeying the laws of straight (I was bored, OK. I had three hours to kill and gardeners world in fuzzovision just doesn’t cut it). Enjoy 

Most of my friends in Colchester are into rugby in a big way. Now, unlike football, I don’t mind rugby and they’ve slowly been teaching me the rules (still got a long way to go on that one). Anyway, since they all go out sporting their countries rugby tops (we’ve got English, Australian and South African contingents among my friends) I decided I would join in. That said quite a few football fans also tend to wear England rugby tops during the world cup and to be honest their behavior is despicable. Rather than possibly get lumped in with that crowd I’ve gone out on a limb and asked my dad to get me a Bajan Blues (thats the Barbados nation team… and no, I didn’t realise they had one either ) top. Now I can go to games wearing a rugby top and I don’t have to worry about getting grief off anyone. It’s not like we’re† going to win anything is it?

†My father was born in Barbados and most of his family still live there so I can, and do, claim Bajan heritage and colonial roots.

It’s back! Yes, pointless posts about the clothes I am wearing have returned, although this time it’s t-shirts, hoodies and the like and I’m not wearing the clothes when they’re photographed (just because it’s easier basically). Todays ensemble is:

With a this hoodie:

I have new clothes. I may even reinstate shirt watch to cover all the new tshirts and hoodies I’ve bought (because I know you lot just love coming here and thinking ‘why the hell has he posted that? We don’t care!’). I have t-shirts with humorous slogans: ‘Meh.‘, ‘I void warranties‘, ‘Keep out of direct sunlight‘ and ‘I see stupid people‘ being some of them.

I have t-shirts that tell people about my mood. For example, if I am in a good mood I have one that says: ‘Not antisocial, just shy (you can talk to me!)’ (thanks to Bathgirl for that one) which means I’m in a good mood, I wish to talk to people and, if you’re cute and single, please feel free to leap on me. I also have my ‘leave me alone t-shirts’. There is the vaguely miffed one that says: ‘This is my fuck you anti-social hate the world scary black t-shirt‘. Then there is the seriously miffed one that says: ‘Is there life after death? Piss me off and find out!‘

Since I can’t really wear these to work I also have a nice sign that says ‘I’ve run out of sick days, I’m calling in dead’ (again, thanks to BG for that) which I’ll be putting up in my cube.

I love shopping in Camden. My credit card doesn’t though

And finally the last in the new shirts, white with thick purple stripes. I now have what can only be described as ‘a quantity of shirtage’ which I shall no doubt wear to death for several years before finally capitulating that, yes, my clothes are falling to pieces and, yes, I really should go out and buy some. Keep an eye out for special editions (my Metallica shirt, for example, or my posh frock shirts), however, this will be the last in the [semi] regular series for now

I’ve been a bit remiss with my shirtwatch postings of late. The photos had been taken, I’ve just been a bit busy and hadn’t got round to downloading them off the camera and uploading them to the internet web. Anyway, here we have a nice blue and purple striped offering (linen, worn out as per the advice given by my readers and my dear brother ).

So, apparently, by dressing myself (doing up all the buttons on my shirt, doing up the cuffs, tucking my shirt in) I’m making myself look ’square’ and should we walking around with my shirt in a state of half undress. I put it to you to decide (and ignore the fact I’m wearing shades in one image and not the other, I usually wear them regardless, but my brother, who was the instigator of this advice, wanted to skew public opinion to his way of thinking). So, which one will attract the laydeez? Smart or scruffy? (For the followers of Shirtwatch it is a new shirt but its identical to an already featured one, I just liked it so bought another one).

So new shirts mean we need to iron (I never used to iron my old shirts, they never really needed it). To date I’ve probably ironed about 3 shirts in my life (OK, so it’s more than that, but all the other ones I have done have been declared ‘rubbish’ by various women and redone) and I’m not exactly good at it. So, the good news is I’ve ironed about 7 shirts and I’ve got quicker at it (5 minutes for the last one versus 30 minutes for the first), the bad news is I have two burns on my hand (looks like I need to be careful when getting the iron of its special base) and I’ve discovered just how crap my ironing board is. We’ll be getting a new one this weekend me thinks. So, ironing sucks but now we have photographic evidence of me doing it (in a new shirt incidentally). Enjoy.