Last week, I was out with my mate, Heather, for her birthday. We ended up in a male friend's house drinking wine, listening to crap r n'b and watching Bid Up TV. In the corner of the room hung a tshirt. The t shirt belonged to his wee brother who is apparently obsessed with dragons, lord of the rings and other sci-fi nonsense. I don't know if it was the booze, but I wanted this t shirt. I found myself staring at it, mentally forming numerous outfit combos, and events to which this tee would be suited. I asked him where his brother got the shirt, and scanned it for recognizable labels. The fabric looked and felt like an old, loved band tshirt does.
Skip to the end... Heather stole it for me and I wore it when I got home.
Obviously when sobriety kicked in, I was mortified, hence why it is being returned!








