I'm a free spirit Ern. It's just the way I roll, no need for systems in my world. What will be will be. Saying that I do have mild OCD when it comes to knowing where all my 14 pairs of underpants are at any given time. Maybe I need a system for that?
Just what I've picked up from TV and very brief conversations with a couple of participants. You wouldn't get me near a tabard and musket.
As you can see from this graph, your underwear consumption is well within the national average. With 14 pairs I'm guessing it's roughly 6 in the drawer, 6 in the washing hamper (or equivalent), 1 pair on and one in the freezer. This is normal. BTW for women the average is 34 pairs, but categorised at approximately 20 pairs for everyday use and 14 for best. Who needs 14 pairs of best pants? What type of a lucky streak would you need to be on in order to use them all?
I once went to a fate of some kind in Norfolk and a Viking reenactment group were present. Full of fat bearded blokes from Solihull called Colin and Graham. It was a very strange affair to say the least.
Not my gag but it's worth posting. The irrepressible Half Man Half Biscuit once sang. Sealed Knot Society, let’s see you try and do this one: Luton Town – Millwall, nineteen eighty-five
I used to have 21 pairs( 3 x packs of 7 from M and S) but a number of those perished in the gusset area and had to be disposed of. I keep a pair at work in case of emergencies. You never know do you?
No mate but it was f**king Baltic and they were all kipping in make shift tents akin to what Vikings would doss down in, allegedly. I was mildly impressed until I saw a bright red 45 tog fart sack and a double air bed in one of 'em. Charlatans, the lot of 'em.
Oh Dracula comes from Transylvania Stevie nicks books about kleptomania Johnny looked out of his bedroom window And shouted to his mum “Fred Titmus!” It took me 25 years to fully appreciate the Stevie Nicks line. Nigel Blackwell is a ****ing genius.
The scruffy ****s were troughing food that Vikings would eat as well. Fish heads and sausages that looked like a horses c**k Dirty bastards.
Must be in the name then, because Colin and Graham I knew took a may pole with them wherever they went, even in December. Strange!
