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I made the *mistake* of wearing a hoody (without the hood up!) on the 0733 to Moorgate this morning. Why was this a mistake, you may be asking? Well, all was fine through the Luton stations- but as the suited got on at Harpenden and St. Albans I began to get pompose down your nose looks! In fact a couple of people looked positively aggressive.

Those of you who know me well will understand that I now want to buy a baseball cap (preferaby fake Burberry) and wear it with my hood over the top. I want to calll the good Christian folk of the world to make a stand on behalf of the poor and start wearing appropriate estate clothing. I want to get thrown out of Bluewater!

Hmmm.. anyway- I'm off to try and get some compassion for the aforementioned suited!

Comments

Steveybabe said…
Bring on the baseball cap jude! Always thought you looked good in a hoodie!! :o)
Anonymous said…
I actually got in trouble for this at work, all the students have been told that hoddies ar'nt coats and they are not to wear hoddies in school. Coming from a slightly different generation to most of the staff i do wear hoddies as coats and got "politly" requested not wear my hoddie to work.
Paul Windo said…
Yeah, I heard they were going to make hoodies 'uniform' somewhere - cos getting people to resist wearing hoodies is going to solve the problem of anti-social behaviour! I also now *want* to get thrown out of Bluewater...

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