Bought a flat, got married, turned 30, joined the Campaign for Real Ale and became addicted to Countryfile – there is no escaping from the fact my life has gone all grown up. The times, “they are a changing” (see I’ve even started listening to Bob Dylan) the transition has also been reflected in my appearance. The wardrobe consists of more shoes not trainers, knitwear not sportswear, durable wax coats not sports jackets FFS I’ve even started wearing bobble hats.
OK it’s that time of year when the sun is out and you want to enjoy some cool wind in your hair and perhaps the warm smell of colitas, whatever the fuck they are? And what better way to emulate Don Henley by getting a nice white, medium weight, 100% cotton t-shirt to wear whilst sipping your pink champagne on ice?
Just like a (well dressed, vintage 1950s) bus, we don’t have a competition on here for ages then two turn up at once. Anyway, dodgy metaphors aside, this week those suave Bolognans at 12th Man have given us three amazing prizes to be won, all of which are ideal garments for the forthcoming summer months …