Everywhere the wind blows

After such a serious post, I thought everybody would want to make sure that this is in fact me, so I thought I'd tell you a little story to prove it.

Today, me and Patrick decided enough is enough and left our studies to go shopping in the Pool. First we stopped off for vital food rations; I had a kebab and Patrick had a burger. Then, we braced ourselves against the British storms. Over the past couple of days there has been snowstorms, sleet, sun (not much though!), and now driving rain; trust us to choose the harshest of these conditions – though we are men and therefore should be able to cope with anything throw our way. I won’t bore you of the details of our shopping exploits, though I will tell you about our “find of the day”.

When in Burtons, we found the chief amongst hats. Called the “Brown fur trapper” it stood out on the rail; inferior species like the “NY tweed flatcap” and “Khaki Camo Ny Cap” couldn’t match up to it’s prowess.





Patrick and I just stood there in awe staring at the “fur trapper” wondering whether or not we were worthy to place it on our heads. As the brief sunlight shined through the blonds onto the “fur trapper” we made up our minds; we were going to try on the hat. Nervously we took one each (there was only two left; coincidence; I think not) and placed them on our heads. It felt like a crown and we began parading round the shop, much to the consternation of the staff and respective customers; though did we care? No; they were all jealous of our superiority. After what seemed like a lifetime we reverently removed our crowns and set them down on their thrones. Finally our lives were complete; though we knew that we would never be worthy to own such a creation, so quickly we left, not looking back for fear of temptation or greed.

So the moral of the story?

“Don’t touch what you can’t afford”.

Hope you are all well.

Take care

Daniel