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tao_ for dragging my attention to something that was already lurking in my flat. Brochures for all manner of random crap still arrive for people who haven’t lived here for going on eight years. One of the recent crop came from Brora Scottish Cashmere. I flicked through it to see if there was anything eyecatching and then discarded it, since typically it consisted of pictures like this:
“David”, we are led to believe, paid £219 for that herringbone top and £95 for the shirt, which leads me to suspect that “David” is running some sort of black ops budget, working some outrageous margins into the outgoings he’s reporting to his wife while he salts the bulk of it away towards one day buying his own attack helicopter.
I should clearly take more time before dismissing things as uninteresting, though, as I entirely managed to miss this:
This is “Henry”. “Henry” is wearing a £49 throat warmer and a £195 round neck jumper with HOLY BOILING CHRIST WHAT’S THAT WHAT’S HE PAINTING OH GOD OH GOD
Look, if painting things like this helps keep “Henry’s” angry voices quiet then I’m all for it, but I’m unconvinced it’s going to help you flog your knitwear. And if I don’t want to think too much about what he’s midway through daubing—though I don’t see it ending well—I’m now very busy Not Wondering exactly what that is he’s clutching in his hands between his pricey wristwarmers. It’s fabric, not tissue, right? Right?
tao_’s original post alerting us to the horror, the horror is here.
tao_ for dragging my attention to something that was already lurking in my flat. Brochures for all manner of random crap still arrive for people who haven’t lived here for going on eight years. One of the recent crop came from Brora Scottish Cashmere. I flicked through it to see if there was anything eyecatching and then discarded it, since typically it consisted of pictures like this:“David”, we are led to believe, paid £219 for that herringbone top and £95 for the shirt, which leads me to suspect that “David” is running some sort of black ops budget, working some outrageous margins into the outgoings he’s reporting to his wife while he salts the bulk of it away towards one day buying his own attack helicopter.
I should clearly take more time before dismissing things as uninteresting, though, as I entirely managed to miss this:
This is “Henry”. “Henry” is wearing a £49 throat warmer and a £195 round neck jumper with HOLY BOILING CHRIST WHAT’S THAT WHAT’S HE PAINTING OH GOD OH GOD
Look, if painting things like this helps keep “Henry’s” angry voices quiet then I’m all for it, but I’m unconvinced it’s going to help you flog your knitwear. And if I don’t want to think too much about what he’s midway through daubing—though I don’t see it ending well—I’m now very busy Not Wondering exactly what that is he’s clutching in his hands between his pricey wristwarmers. It’s fabric, not tissue, right? Right?
tao_’s original post alerting us to the horror, the horror is here.
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I see Henry wants a cashmere hoodie priced at a mere £239 for xmas. Without in any way condoning violence I suggest he gets his stupid face smashed in instead.
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...which didn't please one customer who'd bought stuff last Friday at full price and wants me to give her half her money back no that everything is cheaper. In the spirit of bah humbug I said 'no'.