However, as time marches on, the idea of prosperous employment evaporates like a distant dream I might have once had at university, for five seconds, before the country fell to bits . And every time I go out, I look at myself in the mirror and scowl because I know that my outfit could be improved 200% with THAT JACKET. The jacket that everybody thinks I own already, and the only explanation for this is that I must have imagined myself in it so many times that I walk around projecting a psychic image of myself wearing it.
Barney's Vintage number, on the other hand, is getting towards the traditional, and looks worn in enough to be comfortable. It's been featured in quite a few fashion magazines though, which always makes me worry it's too stereotypical and will be yesterday's news in 12 months.
Topshop. We can always rely on good old Toppers to get the trends in, and do them in the way you've pictured them in your head. But is it really value for money? I'm never sure. Safe bet? Bit boring?
Of course there are many more bikers lurking out there on the high street, which is giving me cold feet at spending so far out of my usual shopping range, on an item that may not have much longevity. Should I appease the vegan husband, save the cows and opt for another cheap pleather monstrosity until this trend sinks at last?