When your safety blanket becomes a curse.
Mar. 10th, 2005 10:51 pmThat was odd. I trolled into work wearing my leather jacket of the biker style since my fleece was in the washing machine. I didn't think much of it in the AM, since I don't really wake up 'til ten. However, I walked out of work past a full-length mirror (Labs has all mod cons), caught sight of myself and stopped dead.
The chap in the mirror wasn't... Me. In fact I wasn't sure who it was, and to be frank I didn't much care for the cut of his jib.
It was very strange.
I don't think I've worn that jacket for around a year, and now it looks... Twattish. Trying to be something I'm not. There's even a hint of Jez Clarkson in there.
I think. I'm not sure. I should probably try to find an Ecclestone jacket before all the Whovians snap them up, just to find out if that makes a difference.
The thing is, I can hear my twenty-year-old self howling his speed-fuelled head off: "Fucking sell out!" he's going, and rightly so. I should give it a few more days to see if the wrongness goes away, out of a sense of history more than anything else. Thinking about it some more, it would have been about then when I was sent off up to Derby to learn things. One of the hotel porters accosted me, saying "D'you like the music that goes with that jacket?" which even then was a hard question. It was a different leather jacket of course, but even so... What is the music that goes with biker jackets? I think I mumbled some positive answer, because the chap reeled off a list of random Derby clubs circa 1985 that would cater for whatever specialist tastes he assumed I had.
So, do I like the music that goes with that jacket? No, I don't think so. Not any more. I'm not entirely sure I much care for anything else that goes with it, either.
I wonder when that happened?
The chap in the mirror wasn't... Me. In fact I wasn't sure who it was, and to be frank I didn't much care for the cut of his jib.
It was very strange.
I don't think I've worn that jacket for around a year, and now it looks... Twattish. Trying to be something I'm not. There's even a hint of Jez Clarkson in there.
I think. I'm not sure. I should probably try to find an Ecclestone jacket before all the Whovians snap them up, just to find out if that makes a difference.
The thing is, I can hear my twenty-year-old self howling his speed-fuelled head off: "Fucking sell out!" he's going, and rightly so. I should give it a few more days to see if the wrongness goes away, out of a sense of history more than anything else. Thinking about it some more, it would have been about then when I was sent off up to Derby to learn things. One of the hotel porters accosted me, saying "D'you like the music that goes with that jacket?" which even then was a hard question. It was a different leather jacket of course, but even so... What is the music that goes with biker jackets? I think I mumbled some positive answer, because the chap reeled off a list of random Derby clubs circa 1985 that would cater for whatever specialist tastes he assumed I had.
So, do I like the music that goes with that jacket? No, I don't think so. Not any more. I'm not entirely sure I much care for anything else that goes with it, either.
I wonder when that happened?
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Date: 2005-03-10 10:59 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-03-11 12:03 am (UTC)Except, it has to be said, you.
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Date: 2005-03-11 08:21 am (UTC)Fact is, we _do_ grow older, and we change. And that's OK. Sometimes it's even a good thing.
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Date: 2005-03-11 09:06 am (UTC)I brought an old jacket, that I used to ride in, out of retirement about a year ago when I was getting the zips on my current one redone and found that as with anything that had/has regular use and is made of leather it was slightly oddly shaped. Much as I loved the memories attached to the jacket and would probably buy the original style again if it was still made by the same company; I find the one I wear now, bought about 4 years ago has a much better line and thus as with anything - looks better, feels better.
And as to whether you like the music that goes with the jacket. I think I would have replied, "what do you think?" and walked away. Lets face it. This is the 21st century and for 'individuals' the music goes with whatever you wear not the other way round.
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Date: 2005-03-11 09:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-11 09:46 am (UTC)Change is good.
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Date: 2005-03-11 09:57 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-03-11 10:29 am (UTC)Though I ought to note that this jacket was bought about two sizes too large for my then frame so I could wear a huge jersey underneath it and look exactly like the scruffy indie-kid with g*th pretentions that I usually feel like when surrounded by the serious kitbag types.
What seems to have happened is that I've spent enough time in the gym to make it fit better. Not in any sort of Charles Altas manner, more a Chas Redstone one. [/Obscure rocketry joke]
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Date: 2005-03-11 11:24 am (UTC)I'm glad I got my mid-life crisis over with in my twenties. Saves me a lot of time now.
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Date: 2005-03-11 11:24 am (UTC)mid-late thirties. SITUPS ARE IN MY PRESENT.no subject
Date: 2005-03-11 11:41 am (UTC)You have my full permission to terminate me with exteme hilarity should I cultivate a ponytail, string-back driving gloves or otherwise start to look like Tim Robbins.
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Date: 2005-03-11 12:15 pm (UTC)