Oh dear
A group of young lads came into Ron’s last night. All around 30 years of age. All of them, to a man, dressed like cunts.
There’s this thing at the moment in Dublin for people to wear suit jackets or blazers with a colourful scarf wrapped tightly around the neck. Quite frankly these people should have nooses wrapped around their necks.
One of them went up to the bar.
“Tree pint bottles o’ Bulmers and a strawberry daquiri”, he says.
“Get out before I kill you”, says Ron. They left.
The scarf and blazer things bothers me though. I’m assuming the scarf is to stop them being cold, and scarves certainly have their place, but there is no need to wear a scarf inside. A scarf protects your neck from the cold when you are outside but since the invention of central heating the need for an indoor scarf has been greatly reduced.
A lot of the scarves seem to be quite gaudy as well. Maybe some of them are from those gay rugby playing schools, with their purples and light blues and various shades of pink. What is wrong with a black scarf? It’s sensible and it goes with any outfit whereas the the rainbow scarves must be colour coordinated with the jacket which leads me to believe that young people today have a collection of suit jackets which can only mean one thing. Miami Vice fashions are making a comeback.
Soon the cheap boutiques will be awash with Crockett and Tubbs style jackets that you can roll the sleeves up on. It’s frightening.
Perhaps you know somebody who wears clothes like these. Perhaps it’s a family member or a friend. Maybe it’s just a passing acquaintance or a neighbour you nod at when you see them, it doesn’t matter. You have a duty to punch them in the face and tell them to dress properly. If you want to wear a suit jacket then wear the whole suit and not the jacket with a pair of jeans and when you go inside take off the scarf and show your Adam’s apple like a real man and not some pansy who is afraid of getting his neck a bit chilly and catching consumption.
