I was out of town again this weekend visiting some business partners in the dry goods industry. On my return journey I stopped off in a pub while waiting for the train.
The pub was jam packed full of characters, several of which I got chatting to outside. Just as I finished my pint, and was about to leave, I spotted a Single Legged Wannabe Archetypal and Sports Flip Flop combo making its way outdoors for a snout; for the uninitiated, this type of combo is ultra, ultra rare, and you’d be extremely lucky if you saw just one during your adult lifetime. In my thirty-something years I have seen TWO, and may I add that’s not down to pure luck, it’s a result of knowing what I’m looking for and making a deliberate effort of being in the right place at the right time.
When I hopped on the tube this morning I looked around at all the people reading their papers, staring at the sports headlines of yet another tennis match. And little did they know that only a few days previous, somewhere in the atmospheric calm of London’s borders, another event was taking place, an event far more significant than a couple of fellas hitting a yellow ball about. We must remember that not everyone can afford to get into Wimbledon, but they can enjoy award-winning jeans and sheuxsss photography on my blog, for free, anytime they wish. If given the choice, I know what I would choose.