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Blimey
What a day. Too damned hot yet again on the mean streets of this here city.
And compounded, I might add, by the bizarreness of my imagination.
"Hot" I thought this morning. Time to break out the chinos, and indeed the chino jacket. These with the desert boots combined to make a very summery and rather pastel-hued me.
Well, it is summer. And hot.
Anyway, while I was on my way to the office, I suddenly thought "Sidney Greenstreet." All I needed was an ornate walking cane and a Panama hat. Each of which incidently, I have at home.
And thus through vivid imagination and perfectly normal paranoia, was my day ruined.
For some reason I spent the day extremely self concious about my wearing chino jacket. It must be the heat.
And compounded, I might add, by the bizarreness of my imagination.
"Hot" I thought this morning. Time to break out the chinos, and indeed the chino jacket. These with the desert boots combined to make a very summery and rather pastel-hued me.
Well, it is summer. And hot.
Anyway, while I was on my way to the office, I suddenly thought "Sidney Greenstreet." All I needed was an ornate walking cane and a Panama hat. Each of which incidently, I have at home.
And thus through vivid imagination and perfectly normal paranoia, was my day ruined.
For some reason I spent the day extremely self concious about my wearing chino jacket. It must be the heat.
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Yes.
Definitely.
But who would we get to be Bogart to your Greenstreet?
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