The ancestral barbour jacket which I wore on the first tweed run has finally disintegrated over 4 months of savage hedgelaying of blackthorn and holly this winter, meaning my favoured 'dodgy whippet breeding, grouse poaching, grimy woodsman cunt' look is currently looking a lad unlikely for this ride.
Oh, well, might have to start dressing like a gent instead of the help this year.
The ancestral barbour jacket which I wore on the first tweed run has finally disintegrated over 4 months of savage hedgelaying of blackthorn and holly this winter, meaning my favoured 'dodgy whippet breeding, grouse poaching, grimy woodsman cunt' look is currently looking a lad unlikely for this ride.
Oh, well, might have to start dressing like a gent instead of the help this year.
Also, @kiwimike --- Yawn.