I apologise if I am boring you utterly with my winters-ish melancholy iphone snaps, but you’re just going to have to deal until I tire of it. And hey, just be thankful that I am not forcing ALL of the pix I take upon you!

Look!

Yet another building through the bare branches. Harris Street.

While looking, unsuccessfully, for Space 1999 interior shots, I stumbled across this spectacular dedication to thematic decorating. That is some hardcore fibreglass.

I really do need to stop purchasing articles of clothing which do not suit me at all, but which are on sale. It doesn’t happen a lot (because I tend not to purchase a lot of clothing), but when it does happen, I really go all out. For example, the most recent, a review¹ dark grey knitted top with puffy short sleeves and a bow at the neck. It was like 85% off. Bargain!

But I have very straight shoulders and anything with puffy sleeves makes me appear to be wearing enormous shoulder pads, a la Krystal Carrington (or those hipster kiddies at the Deerhunter gig on Saturday night). I wore it once, realised how perfectly ghastly it looked and it has been in the cupboard since (no, I don’t know what the hell I was thinking either).

It did take a photo of myeslf in the hideous garment, but really it does not convey the full unflattering horror of it, so will spare you.

This evening I was attempting to re-fashion it by chopping the sleeves off and removing the bow, but really I should just charity-bin it with a big lesson learned.

Actually, I think I’m going to put it in the cast off bag for the charity bin it right now.

Bye, bye ghastly shirt.

¹No idea what happened to the website, perhaps they have a strange new unintuitively named URL that I cannot work out.

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