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Saturday, December 13th, 2003 09:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanI went up the West End this afternoon .
Stupid, really. London's main shopping centre on the second Saturday before Christmas. I bought a couple of CDs (for me, still no pressies bought) and beat a hasty retreat.
Of course, waiting for the bus on Charing Cross Road, I found myself standing outside an Ann Summers shop. Ahem. Now, because Bryan's brain clearly works in mysterious ways, the sight of the mannequin wearing scanties in the window set off a chain of thought that I am about to pin to this page and then go out and obliterate with alcohol.
You see, the mannequin, amongst (few) other things, was dressed in a frilly thong. Now, being a bloke, I would be lying if I said I hadn't noticed the trend for Young Ladies to have these things poking out of the top of their jeans over the summer. But it didn't occur to me just how unsexy the buggers actually are, despite the fashion.
You see, it occurred to me while having a smoke and waiting for the bus that after day's shopping, walking around town, or an evening's dancing in a club, or whatever, the bloody things would be buffed like a drill-sergeant's laces. And that was when I decided that they couldn't possibly be sexy.
And with that thought, I'm off to the pub.
Stupid, really. London's main shopping centre on the second Saturday before Christmas. I bought a couple of CDs (for me, still no pressies bought) and beat a hasty retreat.
Of course, waiting for the bus on Charing Cross Road, I found myself standing outside an Ann Summers shop. Ahem. Now, because Bryan's brain clearly works in mysterious ways, the sight of the mannequin wearing scanties in the window set off a chain of thought that I am about to pin to this page and then go out and obliterate with alcohol.
You see, the mannequin, amongst (few) other things, was dressed in a frilly thong. Now, being a bloke, I would be lying if I said I hadn't noticed the trend for Young Ladies to have these things poking out of the top of their jeans over the summer. But it didn't occur to me just how unsexy the buggers actually are, despite the fashion.
You see, it occurred to me while having a smoke and waiting for the bus that after day's shopping, walking around town, or an evening's dancing in a club, or whatever, the bloody things would be buffed like a drill-sergeant's laces. And that was when I decided that they couldn't possibly be sexy.
And with that thought, I'm off to the pub.