With all those pleats,recurring crosswinds I should imagine.
With all those pleats,recurring crosswinds I should imagine.
I expect they form echelons, and only the pleats on the very edge of the road are in trouble.With all those pleats,recurring crosswinds I should imagine.
Still open in Carlisle,were that far behind![]()
I reluctantly count myself middle aged at fast approaching 52, but when you throw my stupendous immaturity into the equation, I'm practically adolescent.What is middle age anyway,i'm 66 am i to old for this thread
At 18 he should be ironing his own clothes!Going back...............my late father never really went to school and arrived from rural Ireland in 1959 with nothing at all apart from good looks. He worked on building sites when I was little and yet I can only remember him in a shirt and tie and with shoes like mirrors. I never once in my life saw my father scruffy. It sticks with you, I can't go out unless I am dressed not bad/well, particularly on the Vespa, and I wouldn't be seen dead in a fleece or cargo pants.
It get harder as you get older, I started to lose hair and go grey, that didn't bother me looks wise, but it bothered me because it affected what colours I could wear. I am not as bald as I look, I just zap it off so that I don't have that grey hair/clothing colour problem.
https://photos.google.com/share/AF1...?key=d2VpWTVKZG9jUk9YQU9aSjBTZnFDZUwxV3NPMzdR
I've got two sons, one is tatooed all over and wears regular 20 year old kids (explosion in a paint factory clothes), my youngest (18) is just like me and his grandad, he has the screaming ab dabs if MrsF hasn't ironed something "just so", won't wear logos and is as picky as hell about what he wears, goes through 4 or 5 changes before venturing out, he's a total pain in the arse, like me.![]()
Going back...............my late father never really went to school and arrived from rural Ireland in 1959 with nothing at all apart from good looks. He worked on building sites when I was little and yet I can only remember him in a shirt and tie and with shoes like mirrors. I never once in my life saw my father scruffy. It sticks with you, I can't go out unless I am dressed not bad/well, particularly on the Vespa, and I wouldn't be seen dead in a fleece or cargo pants.
It get harder as you get older, I started to lose hair and go grey, that didn't bother me looks wise, but it bothered me because it affected what colours I could wear. I am not as bald as I look, I just zap it off so that I don't have that grey hair/clothing colour problem.
https://photos.google.com/share/AF1...?key=d2VpWTVKZG9jUk9YQU9aSjBTZnFDZUwxV3NPMzdR
I've got two sons, one is tatooed all over and wears regular 20 year old kids (explosion in a paint factory clothes), my youngest (18) is just like me and his grandad, he has the screaming ab dabs if MrsF hasn't ironed something "just so", won't wear logos and is as picky as hell about what he wears, goes through 4 or 5 changes before venturing out, he's a total pain in the arse, like me.![]()
In Aberdeenshire ?!!Some mornings I see a middle aged gent popping in for a coffee before work.
He has a beard and smokes a pipe. He wears a shirt, tie and jacket and skirt and tights.
There's also a man who wears a pink mini kilt but happily not seen him.