No, I have not finally been sent to prison or an asylum and no I'm not working in a supermarket or for the Post Office, but when I did my short stint in the City and had to wear smart clobber every day I did not like it, not one little bit.
Now I have been returned to the land of the creative dept, and I'm sitting here in jeans, a T-shirt and my brand new duck-egg blue daps, I am happy. I feel like myself. Looking smart sometimes is a pleasure. Having to do it every day just to sit behind a desk is weird and pointless. A posh lawyer once described his life to me and it was a series of quadrangles - prep school, Eton, Oxford, Middle Temple, a coffin. He'll have spent all the days of his life in a suit, in a quadrangle.
But I'm happy for the city boys and the lawyers to stay in their suits, so that I can feel grateful for my freestyle clobber. It's still a suit, in its own way, but its permutations are endless.
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i thought it was fun seeing you all shiny and glamoureuse on a weekday. but yes, pain in the arse and too restrictive. i guess this is the reason neither of us became top high earning lawyers? love of sloppy joes.
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