Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Saturday, 28 March 2015
What's funny about that?
Ooh look, another crap photo.
I went into a charity shop and bought this grey, cotton top with a very feminine collar yesterday, thinking to use it as a night-shirt.
When I took it out of the bag at home, H.I. asked me if it had come from the women's rack. I said no, and even so it was XXL - absolutely enormous - and I could not think of any normal woman who it would fit at all. She reminded me of a mutual friend who often wears items like this, so I conceded that it could possibly have been made for the fairer sex.
When I came down in it this morning, it suddenly occurred to me that it was the sort of top favoured by Vulcans like Mr Spock from the old series of Star Trek, and said so to H.I. who then stared at me for a few seconds, trying to imagine me with pointy ears before laughing out loud.
I think my next birthday present is going to be some good prosthetic ears to wear with it. As is so often the case, this present will be for the benefit of the giver, like the train-set from Dad.