Wonderfully Pooterish scene today – and isn’t Pooter the spiritual ancestor of all bloggers? *
Feeling flush having being paid I sauntered into town and headed for my usual gents’ outfitters – British Heart Foundation’s charity shop. There, rifling through the racks of worn out Blue Harbour polo shirts, I spotted the most splendid shirt that seemed to have my name written on it (actually it was Ralph Lauren’s name, not mine – but better still). In line with my drive to reduce the monochrome factor in my wardrobe it seemed to contain most, if not all, of the colours of the rainbow – and good as new! in my exact size!
Taking it to the counter, heart full of hope –
Shopgirl: that’s a bright shirt!
Shopgirl (incredulous): is it for you?
Shopgirl (struggling to understand this strange occurrence): are you going on holiday?
Shopgirl (stifling giggles): no-one will recognise you!
Shopgirl (handing me the shirt): good luck!
* “Why should I not publish my diary? I have often seen reminiscences of people I have never even heard of, and I fail to see – because I do not happen to be a “Somebody” – why my diary should not be interesting. My only regret is that I did not commence it when I was a youth”.