Fashion, turn to the left.





In the words of David Bowie. Now I have a friend who does a fashion blog, Rosiepop I don't, but I am and have been known as a rather fashionable man myself, some would say, debonair in that sense. I honestly believe my taste is okay, within the limits of spending. I particularly like charity shop bargains. It must be said that since I got married I have been embargoed from actually being able to go out and buy clothes on my own, without my wife being present as this would lead to me buying what she loosely describes as unfashionable or horrible grot clothing. So due to a mis-communication in a mobile conversation, I actually thought the rules had been relaxed so I was therefore okay to go and buy 2 £3 shirts from a samaritans shop, down the road. So off I merrily went clutching my money intent on the shirts that I had eyed up (see fashion term, there. With the exchange complete I awaited the return of my wife too admire my rather astute and pretty sexy new shirts, which I may not have mentioned are designer labels. Which must really also make them pretty trendy I would have thought, but no.

My wife loathes the shirts and here they are for your approval, I would say as I think they are rather nice, very much Tony shirts.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Love the fabric on both. Not into obvious logos. Would like to see them on. Did you buy sacks? Methinks a fitted silhouette is always better on a taller build.
13 November 2008 at 21:53
Anonymous said…
Well you did ask...
13 November 2008 at 21:54
Tony Theaker said…
What on earth does a fitted silhouette mean?!
16 November 2008 at 00:09
Anonymous said…
Tighter clothes luv.
25 November 2008 at 23:02
Tony Theaker said…
oh, I get my tighter fitting clothes manufactured at source by a cooper!
28 November 2008 at 23:30
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