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Must remember that it's still actually winter
Friday, March 7th, 2008 11:21 amThe weather this time of year is a real pain.
I decided that although I haven’t quite shrunk enough to button it up properly that I would wear my U-Boat Commander jacket today. Be the Man in Black, or a bald, fatty version of the Eccleston Doctor.
That was before I discovered that it was positively tipping down with rain from deep grey, leaden skies.
So I opted for the usual tweed jacket and trench coat because I wanted to be able to button myself into the ensemble should the wind take the rain and hurl; it at me. You need a jacket you can close for those times and a trench coat over a leather jacket is just plain wrong.
So by the time I get to the station at Totteridge and Whetstone, the rain has stopped, the sky is busily clearing and the sun is out. My leather jacket is draped across the bed and I am beginning to get prickly heat under my jacket and trench coat ensemble.
Right now I am a bit grumbly about it; I should have had the courage of my convictions, but I guess when we go to Clapham tonight there is a chance that it will be cool and windy again, so I shall be glad of my trench coat, I expect.
With a bit of luck, come the end of summer, I shall be able to Time Lord it up with the best of them. Must stay off the choccy and cakes. And do more exercise.
Bugger.
I decided that although I haven’t quite shrunk enough to button it up properly that I would wear my U-Boat Commander jacket today. Be the Man in Black, or a bald, fatty version of the Eccleston Doctor.
That was before I discovered that it was positively tipping down with rain from deep grey, leaden skies.
So I opted for the usual tweed jacket and trench coat because I wanted to be able to button myself into the ensemble should the wind take the rain and hurl; it at me. You need a jacket you can close for those times and a trench coat over a leather jacket is just plain wrong.
So by the time I get to the station at Totteridge and Whetstone, the rain has stopped, the sky is busily clearing and the sun is out. My leather jacket is draped across the bed and I am beginning to get prickly heat under my jacket and trench coat ensemble.
Right now I am a bit grumbly about it; I should have had the courage of my convictions, but I guess when we go to Clapham tonight there is a chance that it will be cool and windy again, so I shall be glad of my trench coat, I expect.
With a bit of luck, come the end of summer, I shall be able to Time Lord it up with the best of them. Must stay off the choccy and cakes. And do more exercise.
Bugger.
