... wear a high performance tracksuit unless thou art a high performance athlete
Here Linford, where are you going in that head-to-toe Adidas ensemble? Ah, down to the shops to buy smokes, then onto the chipper for a battered sausage and a bucket of chips? But of course. One must be attired in the finest sporting raiment for such exertions.
And you young lady? With your blonde hair heaped onto your ceann like a three-car pile-up and eyelids tarred like a raccoon? Why do you object so much to lifting your feet off the ground when you walk and instead insist on a zombie-like shuffle? Do Ugg boots weigh that much?
As David McSavage used to say (and probably still does) - They should have Heroin Olympics - they've already got the tracksuits.
Posted by: Sinead | October 06, 2009 at 17:10
I have to admit I have a weak spot for the tracksuit. Anyone clad head to toe in a solid shiny fabric has got a special place in my heart.
Posted by: inkywrists.wordpress.com | October 08, 2009 at 19:02