The other day I went to work wearing black skinny jeans and a black polo neck. I don't actually wear skinny jeans for preference, but the Gods of Fashion say that that is what there is for girls at the moment. On which note: bloody hell, where I can buy decent women's black combats this summer? That is decent combats, by the way, I'm not especially bothered about the moral status of the women. Apparently women don't want pockets this season.
But anyway. I went to work wearing black jeans and a black polo neck. My company's CEO wanted to know why I was dressed as a ninja. When I turned up for rapper practice later that day, someone wanted to know why I was dressed as a mime artist.
Worse, it was the second time in 48 hours I'd been accused of looking like a mime. Admittedly the first one was, I believe, due to some particularly stupid dance moves Elaine and I were pulling to the outro of 99 Luftballons at the 80s night in Whitby.
But really, since when is black jeans and polo neck commentworthy? Since when was me wearing all black commentworthy :)
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