Wednesday 4 April 2012

Role model


The moment you have all been waiting for - me as a 'pin-up' over on fellow blogger's sartorial site,

I suppose looking like everyone's idea of a typical Poet Laureate could be worse.  I saw an old VCR video cassette of 'The Chippendales' in a charity shop recently, and I don't know what could be worse than that.

I was walking through Bicester Village a couple of months back, and was approached by the Tweedies whilst waiting for H.I. to have a piss in a nearby fashion outlet.  The rest is history.

Anyway, click on the link above for the full story, the full glory and the gory details.

46 comments:

  1. You could have been smiling! Now I know what you look like - definitely sartorially elegant and a customer of Orvis too - my favourite supplier. A distinct improvement on those three at the top of your today's blog too.

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  2. PS If you ever feel like getting rid of that hat - I would love it!

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  3. Oh you handsome brute you......do you always look that good when you go out ? Can we see your working outfit ..... do they make tweed dungarees ? Mind you, you probably won't need them ..... I think that this could lead to a whole new career in modelling !

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    1. Only Scottish dykes wear tweed dungarees, Jack@ - and I work in the nude.

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  4. Love it!
    I visited that site, printed your photo out and it's hanging in my bedroom for "inspiration"!
    m.

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    1. Oh... My... God... what have I done? I hadn't bargained on corrupting a load of sweet children when I posted that.

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  5. Only collar and cuffs (above); are they standing in an acid Bath?

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  6. Tom...you're hot...your pin-up image will no doubt go viral. Nice shoes by the way. xx

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    1. I went viral a long time ago. That's why I look so fucked.

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  7. You look very dashing and elegant, Tom, what they call 'well turned out', and less cross than I imagine. A sartorial coup for the Tweed Pig and a glimpse, perhaps, of Simon Templar in his post-fictional years.

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    1. ... after he lost his job and became a nobody, turning to drink for solace....

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  8. 'save image as...'

    Then send off to crimewatch.

    Then collect my reward.

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  9. I am grinning from ear to ear. Pleasure to meet you Tom. Someone told me recently it takes about 30 hours from Australia to the UK. See you soon.

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  10. Perhaps it is the Triffids. Maybe that's why I haven't heard from the northern hemisphere tonight. Correct me if I am wrong but there is a deafening silence from all you bloggers 'up there'.
    Hello?

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    1. Help! Triffids! Aagghhhhh....

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    2. Is it just you and me Chris?
      Alone?

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    3. I've just arrived home - does that count? (Hands off, Chris - she's mine... in about 30 hours).

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    1. Now I want to know what you deleted.

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    2. Just a small party while you went out and left your front door unlocked. Nothing much, really. :)

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  12. Blimey. Tom you've certainly got the edge on the blokie in the mustard cardie.

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    1. I didn't like to say it, but that's what I thought, Moll. Hard act to follow, and all that.

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  13. Very dashing! And you don't even look grumpy or strange. After they had posted the pin-up of that guy with the bow tie made out of wood, I was somewhat worried. Guess John is too busy with dog snot removal to comment or maybe he has simply keeled over and died of envy!

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    1. I look both grumpy AND strange, I believe, Iris. Yes, I am rather worried about John too - must have been the Chippendales. Perhaps if my dog had died, he would have sent his condolences.

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    2. Not grumpy or strange, really. It's a good look.
      Bear with me here Tom, (actually I need looking after). It's quite odd commenting at this hour, predawn and an odd autumn storm roaring in. I'm on an all nighter and quite enjoying myself.

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    3. you are NOT the sort of bloke who would have a dog tom

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    4. I'm not the sort of person who would have a bear, like Sarah above. I wouldn't mind having a dog, but what with our compact but adorable city apartment and all...

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  14. You look the way i've pictured you in my mind, only i didn't envision you with white hair.

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    1. I never envisioned myself with white hair either, but it's been like that for almost 20 years now. I think it sort of makes me look extinguished - is that the right word?

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  15. Blimey - 36 comments. I should talk about myself more often. The trouble is that it takes so long scrolling down the page after you have left a reply and it sets itself back to the top again. No pain, no gain, I suppose.

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  16. You're rather gorgeous, Tom ... and you look expensive, too... MMmmmm

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  17. I think you look comfortably elegant, not too trussed up. I wish my hair would go that white, it is being stubbornly dark at the back.

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    1. How do you know I'm not trussed up, and how do you know your hair is dark at the back?

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  18. I think your hair is fabulous and the tweed coat too. You do look a tad grumpy but that is in character.

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    1. Like I said, I was squeezing a smile out at the time. You should see my face in repose.

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  19. You don't look remotely the way that I imagined you. Poet? Surely not Larkin! And whose coat are you wearing, it looks rather large?

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    1. How did you imagine me? Fucked up by mum and dad? Yes, the coat (made for Mr Finlay) is large, but so am I. It's a perfect, generous fit.

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    2. I imagined you very tall and gangly with a rather wicked glint in your eye and a bit of sartorial outrageousness, (possibly a Dr Who scarf?) Certainly not the respectable-looking citizen, Mr Tweed.

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