Clearly I made a couple of bad decisions. I chose the wrong time to bail out of Doug’s 2004 Australian Tour drinkies at the Fed Square wine bar.
And I chose not to bother to get my umbrella out and doing its umbrella-thing when walking the half-block to the station. After all, how wet could I get? Quite wet, as it happens.
(Those shiny things up top aren’t my many grey hairs revealing themselves, but droplets of water).
Ahhh… the smell of wet wool.
Oh well. Fish’n’chips made it all better.
7 replies on “Wet”
Sorry you got wet, but I am happy to report you have nothing dangling in your nose that could be considered embarassing in social situations.
Rest assured, any nose-danglies (had they been present) would have been photoshopped out.
Oh, someone got a bit damp. Normally my dirty mind would run with that concept and render me Gutter Girl again, however… not today. And that tie really doesn’t go with that jacket and shirt. :p
I quite like that ties with that shirt!
Sorry you got sodden, but it was good to see you!
Pah, reserve judgement until you see the full outfit Ren. Actually I think that shirt/tie/jacket combo go exceedingly well together.
(Mind you, granted I am a bit colourblind).
That’s not what I’d call wet!!! Your clothes are mostly dry mate. The true vision of being caught in a Melbourne deluge is hair plastered to the scalp, rivers running down your face and clothes a mushy mess. Obviously not one of those times you wished you’d remembered your dinghy.
Lukim Yu Dev (PNG)
Very tidy nasal and ear hair, impressive.