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A man may be a fool and not know it, but not if he is married.


Completing a dare, Sullivans Cove, June 2010.

At least I hope that this bloke is completing a dare.

Theme Thursday today, and although I am again rushed off my feet, it isn't too much of a stretch today. You see, I am lucky enough to be armed with a CAMERA for much of the day as I go about the place.

Naturally, this affords me ample opportunity to indulge in one of my favourite pastimes, taking the piss.

Take the image above, for example. If I didn't have my CAMERA, I would have had to simply describe how badly dressed this fellow was. "Dud haircut, pink singlet, pale grey checked short shorts, shaved legs and boat shoes sans socks" doesn't at all do it justice.

With the CAMERA, I can share such a find with the world!

Comments

Brian Miller said…
oh but if you find the right adjectives we would surely understand he is the fool...happy tt you know!
Magpie said…
He also appears to have sat in something wet...sad really.

Regarding your quote...some (mostly men) would say the fact of being married proved the fool part.
smudgeon said…
Without the visual, it's just comedy. Thanks to the picture we can add tragedy.
Roddy said…
What dare? Don't you realise this is the enlightened age. We wear what we want. Unless of course you are married, in which case everything must be coordinated. I found this out after. I always thought that I dressed rather niftily.
Kris McCracken said…
Brian, people assume that you're picking on some poor unfortunate homeless mentally ill type, which is not my style at all. The camera lets you make clear that you're not taking advantage of too easy pickings.
Kris McCracken said…
Magpie, I expect that he was meeting some young lovely in town.

If so, I hope that she scoffed at him.
Kris McCracken said…
Me, one of these days, I really need to get a snap of Nick Mckimm eating a Banjos meat pie with a knife and fork. That always amuses me.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, I wouldn't be taking fashion tips from you. My pants don't pull up that high!
Monkey Man said…
Those shoes. Oh my God. Those shoes. Only a photo...you are so right. My Theme Thursday is HERE .
Roddy said…
My son, my trousers are comfortable. Yes they are high cut. At least I don't feel that they are forever falling down. I have seen first hand people of my age that wear their trousers as though they are kneesters. What an obscenity. Fortunately pants are not all cut that low.
And no. My hips are not around the middle or bottom of my thighs. Sorry!
Also I don't know how some people don't trip over their crutch, they wear them that low.
Tom said…
they are just manaquins.
PattiKen said…
Now if you hung around some of the beach towns in the US during the summer, you would know that this guy is more the norm than not. In fact, maybe he IS an American.
Baino said…
I for one am delighted that you take your camera everywhere. Great shot (did he run into the pole). Oh and congratulations on the new job. Need an EA? I'm so desperate I'd even move to Tassie?
Kris McCracken said…
Monkey Man, the shoes do make it, I agree.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, that is between you and your god.
Kris McCracken said…
Tom, poorly dressed dummies?
Kris McCracken said…
PattiKen, I forgot to ask!
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, decent jobs are scarce, that said, good EAs are always in demand down here.

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