Let's get off to a
good start with a Stars in Their Eyes reference; today, Matthew, I'm
going to be Oscar Wilde.
“To wear one
cardigan, Mr Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune, to wear two
looks like carelessness.” Horribly mauled, but captures the essence
of a predicament I find myself placed in by the cowboy who installed
my central heating boiler. I'm having to wear two cardigans, not
through carelessness (at least not my own) but through simple erotic
delight and a lack of central heating.
The inner one is a
sleeveless number with those faux leather football style buttons and
the outer a Uniqlo lambswool with, well, I don't have to say do I ?
Very nice, too bulky for going out, but nice indoors.
My Oscar Wilde
doesn't end there, though, as I'm sure he told Bosie on many an
occasion. You see, having, in my Lady Bracknell quote, laid myself open
to accusations of carelessness, I'm going to excuse myself in the
character of Canon Chasuble from The Importance of Being Ernest,
“None of us are perfect. I myself am peculiarly susceptible to
draughts.”. The canon needs to wear a cardigan, or two. I can
recommend it.
