Hello boys and girls, how’s it going?

As promised, the first “stuff to wear…” post is here. The other topics will surface later on, but let’s concentrate on this particular item for now.

Got to admit, Saxon had it right: denim and leather really are together. First of all, and I can not express this strongly enough. I love leather jackets. Nay, I love (just imagine a lot of emphasis on that ok?) leather jackets. Even Indiana Jones wore one. So they can not be anything but cool. And they do go well with denim. Let’s leave the colour coding to you guys as I have no doubt that you would be anything less than perfectly proficient with it.

Now that we’ve got our personal 30 Days of Night here up North we’ve had to dig out our parkas, beanies and woollen underwear. Even though the promise of spring is still but a dream, this is the perfect time to do just that – dream, and get ready for those less than ohmygodithinkijustfrozemybootstotheground days. For those days this AR-65 leather jacket by SWAGGER is more than appropriate. Drawing its styling from the military M-65 jacket as well as biker jackets, it features Thinsulate lining, making it kinda great for the first days of spring. Pair it with our spanking new Lil’ Brooklyn’s and we’ve got a winner.

Image courtesy of Streetlevel.

As a bonus we’ve got a short story for you tonight.

‘Twas a cold, cold winter’s night, and our hero was a-shiver. He said: “Please Lord, let me not go home alone tonight, for I will freeze my butt off.” He cussed the weather, cursed and said a lot of nasty stuff. And then, the Big Man delivered.

She was amazing! All legs and hips and sway. Our hero, he jumped at the opportunity. With a great show of masculinity and swagger (or stagger, for he had had a few – which was nothing new), he stopped her: “Oh you beautiful mistress of the winter! This night with me will you stay? (or bleeeeeerrg – for he had downed many a Carlsberg).”

She laughed a brilliant laugh, but as cold as icicles dancing in the wind she was. And alas, our hero had to walk home alone that fateful night, after giving his dreamgirl such a fright. One step, another, another, he dragged, swayed like a wounded willow ‘fore reaching home, laying his curls on his soft, comfy condom pillow.

Good night!

Image courtesy of Streetlevel.

Remember to check back from time to time to see how Tony’s new project goes.