Occasional tedious ramblings from a feminist, atheist, autistic academic and historic narrow boater who likes cats, beer, tea, and solitude, and is strangely fascinated by the cinema organ.
Monday, 26 July 2010
It was my birthday yesterday, and I'd been dropping hints (which I'd forgotten about!) that I'd like one of those padded tartan work shirts. And woo, look what I got - not just one padded tartan work shirt (a Dickies one to boot), but a fluffy tartan hoodie too. How cosy I shall be while boating. I like these because I particularly don't like fleeces. I know they're wonderfully practical and light and warm, but somehow they're a bit too modern, and anyway, they remind me too much of a certain kind of bossy woman. I bet PE teachers all wear fleeces nowadays.