Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Blatant Jacket Abuse

Out walking on Sunday, just a little potter around the lake, Mrs The Millbrooker and I bumped into Dong and Shazzerooneypoos who'd been far more energetic than us.

They'd yomped up and over Maker and back via Cremyll; plenty of healthy exercise seemed to be the order of their day (before hitting the watering holes of Millbrook and then coming to Film Club).

It took them a moment or two to work out that the rather nice suit jacket I was dragging along the road was intentionally being distressed. It was once a fine piece of off-the-peg gentleman's outer garment and, along with its matching trousers, was purchased by me for a song at a charity shop as costume for the forthcoming show.

It needs to be a bit tatty - so how better to achieve this than to drag it through brambles, rub bits of it on rusty signposts and offer our good friends the chance to play a game of footie along the road...
I shall be spending a short time tomorrow crawling around the patio in the trousers.

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