I have a problem. I think I am either regressing or channelling fashion tips from the western suburbs of Sydney.
It's winter. It's cold. The place we live in is full brick. It's cold. Recently the suburb was listed as one of the top 10 most expensive suburbs in Australia. Therefore I can't afford heating. It's cold. In general people there tend to look at me as if I've come to fix the road or steal their television, and tend to judge you on the badge of your car. But bugger them. It's convenient for work so they're just going to have to put up with me. Especially as I have now bought a flannelette shirt. (As I said, it's cold) I daresay it is the first of its kind in the suburb. I only wear it in lieu of pyjamas around the house on a Sunday but I have worn it once or twice onto the deck to cook my Sunday brekkie in full view of neighbours who I'm sure have ordered bars for their windows.
Despite the cold my other little fashion foray is the t-shirt with the slogan or picture on it. All my life I've been a plain colour man, preferably with collar. But since I got the Guns don't kill t-shirt I've gone a little strange.
I'm sure the reference to republicans and voldemort is taken in an entirely different way by Americans than the republican vs. monarchy debate in Oz, but I think it works.
I still haven't succumbed to plus fours at golf, but I'll keep you posted.