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  Fri 30th March 2012

Temperatures are soaring into the teens here in Lancaster, and with this, comes the depressing spectacle of the English male in its summer plumage: the Cargo Pant.

Oh dear

Combined with little white trainers and ankle socks just peeping above the top of the shoe, I cannot think of anything as ugly and unflattering for the typical hairy legged English man-youth. There are even worse examples than the one illustrated, covered with the company logo in huge flourescent lettering, but there are limits to what my eyes can stand.

If anyone wears these horrors, a note of what I am missing about a baggy muddle of pockets and flaps, on a trouser at half mast (presumably to mark the passing of style), would be appreciated.

Maintaining similar standards for the female sex, is this lass, spotted in Lancaster this morning. It's not just me getting old is it?

Wrong. So very wrong.


I've had a lovely afternoon in which I told a barrister--whom I met in a personal capacity, I hasten to add, not a professional one--that she has a beautiful cleavage, the details of which I will record later. I mean, not the details of her cleavage, but the situation in which I ended up saying that the way that her necklace draped into her tits was making it a bit difficult to look at her face. She had a naughty cackling laugh.

Spoken for, so nothing happening, but she asked for my email address. I was hesitant about that because if friskiness is not even potentially on offer, I'm not sure if I want to spend drunken time with an attractive woman, but I gave it her anyway.

Halfway through all this, The Anthropologist rings. She's American, which I didn't expect at all. You can usually tell Americans: they're all happy. She sounded nervous, which put me at my ease a bit, because I was nervous too, trying to sound more confident that I felt. I was glad that I'd had a couple by the time she rang.

This is more like it. First contact: Thursday. First phone call: Friday. First meeting: Tuesday.

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