Shop-shape and Bristol fashion

[hirez]

Last night[1] in the Llandoger Trow, halfway through the Christmas boat-based pub crawl, I chanced upon a woman wearing a striking red-and-white houndstooth coat. She looked like she'd just been delivered by RadioSpares. I would have taken a picture but I was mostly incapable and her partner looked like the sort who'd fail to get any joke that he'd not made up himself.


[1] I say 'night'. I think it was early evening. We started at 2pm in the Nova Scotia.

I should be dead of a hangover, but after years of getting several other peoples' at once, I've managed to learn the trick of offloading them myself. To whoever's got mine: Thanks. I had a splendid time.