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I came across the above image in a comment on Mark Goodacre’s NT Pod website. I was looking for images to embed in an upcoming post with lyrics to a song I’m writing called “Farrer-Goulder-Goodacreian Rhapsody.”
It wasn’t announced in time this year so I just dressed casually (and got slammed for it, didn’t I JB) but next year male participants in SBL must wear a tweed jacket, a vest of some sort, slacks that do not match the color of the coat, and a tie (optional).
Women are required to wear business attire only, unless their business is on the illicit side of the street.
How one dresses, after all, is all important. So, behold, the SBL uniform (because uniformity of thought also requires uniformity of dress)
Most Parisians had only one thing on their minds on Tuesday evening – getting home from work in time to watch the football. But a mysterious naked man has left some commuters in the capital baffled and bemused as took a walk along the tracks “au naturel”. … At around 7.30pm, travellers at Plaisance Metro in the 14th arrondissement were treated to the eye-watering and surreal sight of an entirely naked man prancing around on the tracks of Line 13, before being hauled off in his birthday suit by security.
Eye watering… that about says it all. Chris, friend, put some clothes on, stop these antics, and get to Baltimore before you end up in the asylum. Again.