This Surely Wasn't What You Wanted... Was It?

It's true that the human being is in almost constant pain, but different experiences of pain linger longer than others. When I was only a boy-pirate, t.b.-fully-qualified -pirate in training, my mum (who was not a pirate) made me go to school in checked trousers and a waistcoat. Only once, in truth, but once was more than enough.

Exactly 3 minutes into this ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jpf4b1_u7Zg ) and you get a summation of how I felt on that lonely, terrible day.

Of course, the video isn't an attempt to bludgeon electro-pop fans into dressing up as samurai for the nightly 9.55 dash to Spar, rather an attempt to create larger than life visual profiles to set against the other simpler, naturalistic bands and videos of the time. Doubtless the outfits were designed, re-designed, painstakingly intellectualised and referenced, worn for the actual live-in motion and shape.

But at that 3 minute mark... well, you write the caption. To my mind, it's either two city merchants who've been kidnapped by radicalised fashion students and whose spouses couldn't be bothered to mail the ransom inbetween Sky+ing George Gently and lambasting the Asda delivary man for the colour of his uniform, or two men both convinced that what they've ended up wearing was what the other really wanted to end up in, with both of them too polite to critique the other's taste in t'reads.

In any case, they're idiots.