|Excuse the gormless expression|
I rediscovered this t-shirt recently after I almost wore it to work by accident. It is clearly inappropriate for work wear, revelling as the design does in biker chicks, strumpetty nakedness and nefarious behaviour. What can I say? Sometimes I do actually get dressed in the dark; I was trying for a 90s Sam Taylor Woodsesque plain-white-t-shirt-and-suit combo. Biker Girls' City Revenge revealed itself- luckily I noticed in the nick-of-time it wasn't plain- slapped me upside the head and reminded me to wear it at the weekend. It would be rude not to. For the record, I did not wear it to work: I wore a plain grey t-shirt, waistcoat and palazzos in the end. How very sensible.
|Erm yeah, so I look like a flasher.|
I'm trying to show the tacky design with nekkid chicks.
The story behind the said t-shirt is pretty cool. I was out, eating noodles and drinking wine with a chum about two years ago. As we wobbled back to the tube station, I said "Heey look... Debenhamshh hassh forgotten to take their ssshigns in...hic'. Upon closer inspection, they had forgotten to turn their lights off; upon even closer inspection, they were still open. To launch their latest blue cross event they were opening until 11pm and had free bubbly. It was therefore only natural to do some tipsy shopping. The next day, I thought it was all a dream, until I saw there the Debenhams bag with the tacky t-shirt within. Some fools might think I would regret such a purchase - I regret nothing! If anything I wish I had bought more! What a surreal and wonderful night.
If you want some quality and taste, the only posh bit on that outfit is the jacket; Jimmy Choo for H&M, butter-soft leather, a sober, sensible purchase that vetoed any further spending for the next couple of months. But again, totally worth it.
And where did I take my bad-gal self in this get up? I enrolled at the local library and went out for a nice tea with my folks. Because that's the way I roll.