Dress codes

(in my defence (albeit shallowly) he was about fifty zillion times better looking than Mick Hucknall).

But you're twenty-eight - what on earth were you doing marrying someone in their late Fifties? I actually thought Chris Eubank rather than Mick Hucknall (out of Simply Red). The thought of wearing a shirt fastened with safety clips has caused me to breathe gently into a brown paper bag until a degree of calm has returned. Bloody physicists...

ha. I realise NOW that perhaps I should have seen what was plainly apparent. *coughs*. I was 20 when I got married so that probably makes it worse doesn't it? (he was 23 then...not 58!). In his defence he was dead nice. Maybe physics does that to a man? I did - for a time at least - kind of like the fact he wasn't bothered by what people thought. But he was so unbothered by what people thought that perhaps he wasn't so unbothered afterall, huh? (I would never go out with someone who wore a shirt pinned with safetey clips again. That event was about 3 months before I left. He also used to wear big boots stuck together with masking tape....)

He really was nothing like Chris Eubank. I just have to reiterate this.

today I am wearing something that looks like a cardigan, fastened by a large kilt pin, which is all uneven and jagged hemmed. It's actually a jumper though. Will the style police come for me?

ah well that goes to show doesn't it, everyone knows you should stick boots together with gaffer tape.

Oh. Actually it was gaffer tape. I'm just not very clued up about tape in general. Liana the style police will never come for you. End of. Dan, did you enjoy your gig?

So he wasn't Mick Hucknall but was he ginger? Do you have a plan to set the world aflame with red hair?!!

Very much, I had a go at swaying but it's not really what you do at an EN gig (the goths looked at me funny), mostly you just kinda throb.

Definition of gaffer tape: It has a light side and a dark side and it binds the universe together.

He wasn't ginger - he was blonde. He looked nothing like Mick Hucknall at all... he actually looked like a cross between Faramir in Lord of the Rings and Thom Yorke. I did have one ginger boyfriend in my life, Toby, when I was eighteen. He was 23 and cool and everyone knew him. When we went into pubs together people would shout out coarse comments about our joint redheadedness and after a while it got very tiring. We split up because his ex-girlfriend punched me in the face in the girl's toilets. I don't plan to set the world aflame with red hair - although it is an idea. We're a dying breed you know. I quite fancy that Damian Lewis bloke, and Toby Stephens. They're both redheads. Glad the gig was good Dan, although am disappointed swaying and goths don't go together.

I like blondes and gingers, don't like dark hair on white men but love Indian men's hair!

Actually from my experience, down Chapel Street (is that right? It's been a while since I've been out in that godforsaken town) and Matthew Street, it's the opposite: slacks and shoes only. Translation: scallies with very bad skin grabbing a granny. There are student dives without dress codes there, but they're a bit sad too. Manchester has a one-world ethic: anyone can come in here, dressed how they like, feel comfortable, break down the social barriers. As a PS, I don't mind wearing a suit; blokes look pretty cool in them on the whole. I think it's the reason women spend so much money on clothes and shoes; it pisses them off a bloke only has to spend a ton in vaguely the right sartorial (suit-al) direction, and he looks the boll*cks. However, they are for work and weddings only. Work: you're playing by the unwritten rules of those who are allowing you to put food on the table; I'll happily take one up the back alley there. Weddings (and funerals): someone's really big day; it demands respect. But what sort of a c**t sees going out to get pissed or a bite to eat a special occasion. Get a life!

dress codes ?? i will not go near one

Anything can be a special occassion if the mood takes you, no? No? Oh.

S'pose. But I drink too much really; and I eat three times a day. Throw a performing monkey into the mix, and I'll consider upgrading the occasion, and a trip down the dry cleaners.

I've never been mad keen on blondes or ginger men... bleached blonde or dyed ginger, ok, but not natural. Their genitalia always looks like a hamster in its bed of straw getting ready for hibernation. This is not erotic at all. Ok, I've shared too much.

You have made me laugh too much and now I will have to leave the library. (although, I feel, you were being at tad unfair).

I'm not fussy (I'm leaving genitalia well out of this) about hair colour or colour of anything else. He just has to be funny, liberal minded and not take me to show to his brother after we've had sex.

I must put too much truck on nice food and drinking pretty coloured drinks from posh glasses. Maybe it's because I'm living off one hob at the mo...

No, I disagree! Blonde and ginger pubes are the perfect compliment to any self respecting willy

yes! Yes.

I like darkness... darkness equals masculinity for me. Ok Dr Freud, you can come in now.

Getting hammered on red wine in plastic cups, say, now that's pretty horrid.

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Better a nesting hamster than a rat

The rat in the house is usually white. With white eyelashes, as a (bleurgh) bonus. Not nice.

Liana: was that a response, or an orgasm? Not that I don't know what an orgasm looks like. Well, I know what mine look like.

Paul Bettany has white eyelashes and I think he's quite a fox. I'm not sure that this conversation is *coughs* suitable for public consumption you know.

hahaha... it was supposed to come (?!) after fergals No? post. I've forgotten what mine look like.

Without going into it too much Dr Freud(I just can't leave this thread alone now)... I think preferences come from all sorts of past experiences (I mean in this life - I'm not banging on about past lives)... so your dad, your brother, the pan who used to deliver the milk etc etc... I never thought I had a preference - and I don't. I'm sure I could fall in love with anybody, male or female, but I always seem to have my long term relationships with a bloke with fair hair and blue eyes... it's never on purpose, but it does happen. I'm sure it has something to do with a) my parents both had blue eyes b) something traumatic happened to me as a child which involved someone with dark eyes and dark hair and c) I'm a closet fascist. Actually it is probably just a).

Paul G, you have to wear high heels with jeans, preferably stillettos. Maybe they'll let you in if you wear some glittery red slingbacks. And show a little crack, too. It may help.

ha ha! Did you see - I put 'the pan who used to deliver the milk' instead of the 'man' - how's that for a slip?