literally another aussie in london

When I felt like a Londoner

No, it wasn’t being morally outraged by children care workers.

No, it wasn’t when I stabbed that man on the bus.

And no, it wasn’t when I apologised to that stupid girl at the oval who bumped into me.

It was when I bought a coat.

A harris & tweed coat.

It’s grey and has more pockets than that elephant god would need.

It cost me 5 quid.

I purchased it at a Jesus Church in South London.

And it is warm.

It’s not like a Melbourne coat that is just designed to stop the Southerly giving you the chills, this is old school warmth, so the lord can check his manor and sodomize a maid in the barn late at night whilst keeping himself at a proper comfort level.

So far my “I need them for London” purchases are, ear bud ear plugs, water proof boots, a cagoule/pakkiemack/portable rain jacket, and this spiffy coat.

This has been by far the best buy I have made in London.

I have always preferred per loved/soiled clothing.

But even more so is the pure Brittianess of it, I feel like saying tally ho every now and then when I wear it.

Ofcourse it’s not all Britannia when I have it on, cause I wear my Collingwood scarf under it.

They suit each other well.

November 18, 2008 Posted by Jrod | living in london | coats | 4 Comments