A couple of hundred years ago I used to have a pair of flairs (or was it flares?).<\/p>\n
Not the namby pamby flairs that the kids of today occasionally sport. These were serious flairs. Premier League flairs. These were the Liverpool Football Club or Manchester United Football Club of flairs.<\/p>\n
These were flairs that had been unpicked on the side seam and had extra pieces of material sewn in to make them the uber-flairs that were so stylish (way back when dinosaurs walked the face of the world).<\/p>\n
They were grey, these flairs. And pinstriped. But denim. And jeans.<\/p>\n
What I used to wear with my King-of-all-Flairdom jeans was a pair of tan leather boots, a little like riding boots but not quite, a white, long-sleeved cheesecloth shirt and a very long, blue, patterned waistcoat, made out of cotton. With tassels on. A bit sort of Hendrix-ish. Or so I thought.<\/p>\n
I was so cool.<\/p>\n
Man, the chics loved me<\/p>\n
And so did the ducks. And the hens. But that old cockerel, he had a suspicious look in his eye whenever he caught sight of me if I was dressed in my Saturday best. Or so I thought.<\/p>\n
But the girls?<\/p>\n
Nah, they thought I dressed like a freak, even if I did think I was the coolest thing in the known universe.<\/p>\n
That’ll be why I didn’t lose my virginity until I was 35*.<\/p>\n
The reason for this period of clothing recall is because the 20-something student-type who just tried to hop up on to the bus in an athletic manner, fell flat on his face. He tripped over his flairs.<\/p>\n
It’s a good job he wasn’t wearing a pair of uber-flairs. He might have killed himself.<\/p>\n
* Some or all of these statements may be true. Or untrue. The management reserves the right to rearrange the facts at will, at their leisure and in a way that is solely calculated to cause the maximum of confusion to anyone who attended any of the same schools that I did at the same time as me. Thank you.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A couple of hundred years ago I used to have a pair of flairs (or was it flares?). Not the namby pamby flairs that the<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":13,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1398","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stuff","two-columns"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1398","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/13"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1398"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1398\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1398"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1398"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1398"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}