Showing posts with label glass houses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label glass houses. Show all posts

Friday, January 23, 2009

Cardigan wearers

The other day a mate at work was admiring my new black gossamer-thin tie-up garment that really can only be described as a cardigan.

Yes, I know it's summer but even if it's 36 degrees outside, it's still cool enough in our building for the finance sector types on other floors to wear their heavy suits with ties and cufflinks. This means that naked arms would spend most of the day covered in gooseflesh. (And no, I don't think whoever is in charge of the thermostat is thinking of the environment or their role in increasing the risk of global climatic disruption.) Hence, cardigan.

She pressed me for details of its cost and where I bought it.

I thought she was being polite.

But no.

Today she admitted that she'd rushed to the shop and bought three of them.

It's great to be a style icon but I'm not sure I want to be queen of the cardigan wearers.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

And then there were two

Remember this?


The W Leage Grand Final will be played in Brisbane on Saturday afternoon between Queensland Roar and Canberra United. (You can get your tickets here.)

This is how it's being advertised.


Spooky.

Oddly familiar.

And yet not quite the same.

Something is subtly different...

Oh and what's that strange bit of green in the hand of player in the orange shirt (Queensland)? Is it really from pulling the Canberra player out of a jump in the previous picture?

I guess they're doing their best to get their heads at the same height so they don't look like they're pre-empting the result.

Of course, I can't talk. My efforts would probably look something like this: