I have dozens of them.
They are separated into 2 categories.
Smart and expensive and smart and not so expensive.
I hope that doesn’t sound snobbish, but T-shirts are the things to wear year round in our climate, and if I am going to wear one in the evenings then I am willing to pay good money for them.
I won’t buy anything with obvious designer labels. I only buy solid coloured.
I don’t need the ego trip of showing what fashion house has supplied my clothes and I am certainly not going to advertise for them.
I have brought cheap ones in the past obviously, but they don’t last long before they become mis-shaped and discoloured.
They are then put to one side to wear when gardening or decorating.
Once they get more fucked they are resigned to be cut up for cleaning the car.
I will wear a T-shirt under a jacket, with tailored trousers and proper shoes when we go out at night.
I will wear a lesser quality one with chinos when going to work.
What I won’t wear is cheap crap, and that’s all we will see here as the weather gets warmer.
Rubbish, faded, old T-shirts stretched over fat tourist’s guts, complete with holes and stains from last night’s dinner.
People here go out to eat dressed like the cast of The Walking Dead.
It seems that whatever the season, once they land in Spain they feel that it’s mandatory to wear a T-shirt, shorts and flip flops.
The scruffy fuckers.
Worse than that are the slogan T-shirts.
These can either be ones with childish pictures on them, ones showing some rock bands tour from decades ago, ones in a football teams colours, often with a player’s name on the back who retired after being transferred to half a dozen teams since.
But what absolutely confirms the wearer as being a complete cunt are the T-shirts with pathetic messages on them.
“My mum went to Benidorm and all I got was this shirt”
“I’m with stupid” (with an arrow pointed to the left or right).
“World’s best grandad”.
The people that wear this shite think that they are wacky and interesting.
They are not.
They are cunts.
Nominated by the Artful Cunter.
My outfitter of choice is Tesco t-shirts at about a fiver a pop. Trousers are good too. Shoes are shit though.
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What’s a t-shirt?
No sorry, not even in warm weather.
Short-sleeved, button-up cotton shirts for me, preferably in some gaudy, eye watering print that looks like it was woven by Guatemalan parrots!
I don’t wear shorts, either, as my legs are not a pretty sight, and are best covered up.
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Try it JP.
You might get wolfwhistled at. 😁
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T-shirts are for the beach, elsewhere they are a bit slovenly.
Good Morning
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Many successful people dress the same way every day and become style icons:
Mark Zuckerberg – grey T-shirt
Steve Jobs – black turtleneck
Richard Branson – thick sweater
Diane Abbott – mismatched shoes
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On the the wrong feet.
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Talking of rock band t-shirts. I reckon the Ramones must have sold more t-shirts than records over the years.
Be it Sainsburys, Primark, HMV or independent retailers, they’ve all got them on the rails.
Bearing in mind that most of those retailers aim at the 18-30 age bracket, it makes you wonder who the fuck is buying them.
And I guarantee the vast majority of people wearing one have probably never heard a single song by them.
Stupid cunts.
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Hey ho
Tesco!!
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I’ve got the official T-shirt for the film ‘Conspiracy of Silence’.
But I’m not going to tell you where I got it.
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It doesn’t sound snobbish at all Artie.
Frankly a tshirt twinned with a suit jacket makes you sound like Spains answer to Rab. C. Nesbitt.
When not in my tuxedo my usual attire is tshirt( Motorhead)
Jeans an rigger boots.
None of my tshirts are smart casual though.
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Ps
Chinos?
Your not Ted Danson are you?
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I own numerous single coloured, unbranded T-shirts & just 1 with writing on the front:
CHARLIE
UNIFORM
NOVEMBER
TANGO
…so by Artful’s standards, I am quite rightly a double-cunt.
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I’ve got a ‘i can’t breathe’ one…goes down a storm in the southern states 😩…
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There’s a rumour going around that Sir Quare liked to wear a Choose Life T-shirt whilst being bummed by his Ukrainian friends.
Made him feel a bit George Michael.
The dirty deviant.
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I’m hoping, FMC, that as well as having his arse battered by a Ukrainian rent boy, I hope he gets torn a new one in the Commons today. Fucking field day for all & sundry 🤞🏻
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I hope so too, SG.
Although I think he’ll wriggle out of this one, for now at least.
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Clothes maketh the man…
But im never comfortable when dressed up.
The only concession to getting dolled up i make now are some Wrangler western shirts i ordered from the states.
Yanks have some good clothes.
I have a Carhartt waistcoat made from duck canvas.
Its fuckin bombproof.
Impervious to thorns,
Warm, water resistant,
Its great.
Last forever.
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Mrs Cunter once worked for a property company here.
They would advertise at various overseas property exhibitions in the UK.
They would pay for the prospective buyers to fly here for 3 days and view properties.
Included in the deal was a stay at a 3 or 4 star hotel and all meals.
After showing the punters properties all day the reps would accompany them to pre-booked restaurants for dinner.
These restaurants were always a good standard.
A cut above the usual tourist places.
The clients would turn up at the airports to be met by their allocated reps.
Often a couple, and sometimes a whole family would arrive with no luggage.
They would be wearing shorts, sandals and a scruffy T-shirt and they would wear the same clothes for the entire stay.
Even though it was quite obvious that the cunts were only here for a free mini holiday and had no intention or means to buy a house, they all had to be looked after for their trip.
Mrs Cunter would often come home late in the evening and race to the shower, telling me how much the bastards stink.
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