So there I was sitting bus- particularly bleary eyed on this occasion cos a) it was Monday b) the hour had changed and I hadn't caught up and c) there was a strange chilly mist over the city that made me suspect I was going to be jumping on 'The Flying Dutchman' instead of a number 15. The bus slowed at a crossroads I wiped the steamy window and there he was bold as brass assaulting my eyesight - a grown man in a giraffe onesie!!! At least I think it was a giraffe might have been some other savannah animal that I ignored at Edinburgh Zoo to go see the Pandas (or more likely watched the kids go down every slide in the place). Using my powers of deduction being in the close vicinity of the university he was probably a student but did not have the look of a hungover, struggling to walk without throwing up and needing IV Irn Bru after a 'quick pint turn into a 10 jaegerbombs and a trip to the Cowgate' type of student which would explain (but not excuse) sporting loungewear at 8.15am on a Monday morning. No he was bright eyed and bushy tailed (literally) with his rucksack on his back (val-deri) heading off for another exciting day learning to be a quantity surveyor or sports scientist.
Now I have have to say that I have huge problems with the whole onesie thing - I mean for a start where did they come from - one minute they were the preserve of babies or people with messy DIY jobs on and then they are everywhere. I do suspect that the appearance of a reasonably priced clothing store in Princes Street may have alot do with it (Pri-marche for those pretending to be posh) as that seems to be the main thing that they sell (apart from some really horrible skirts but that's a post for another day).
I know alot of people who find onesies very comfortable. A friend reports her teenage son rarely takes his off although a recent growth spurt had him complaining that it was 'nipping his nuts' in an uncomfortable way. We are so far a onesie free house tending to prefer the more traditional jammies and a dressing gown approach. My son in particular is very fond of his 'goon' as he calls it and has been known to put it on over his clothes as soon as he gets in from school- channelling either Hugh Heffner or The Dude. The main thing that really puts me off is the toilet arrangements I mean what is the point of being all comfortable and cosy when you have to haul the damn thing half off whenever you feel the call of nature. Perhaps there are design features that deal with it but hey if wearing a onesie at home to be comfortable is your thing who am I to judge enjoy - but in the street on a Monday morning!
I have long had the idea that there should be a special group of non threatening wardens who are able to hand out tickets for horrors of fashion. No I'm not talking about some scary person like Meryl Streep in the Devil Wears Prada berating folk for having shoelaces that are too thin or wearing the wrong shade of tights. I am talking in the worst cases where the general public need to be saved from having their day (and their lunch) spoiled . The summer tends to be a prime time for this when extra wardens would need to be employed to deal with the acres of exposed juddering flesh which seems to appear in scottish cities with the slightest hint of sunshine 'Its stopped snowing boys - taps aff!!!' . I came up with this plan while working at a summer job where a young lady appeared daily in the canteen with a skirt so short you could see the washing instructions on her tights! The young lady in question had what might be in the US referred to as 'boot-ay' but in Glasgow vernacular a 'massive erse' and I used to feel sorry for the other folks in her office 'Dinnae worry about filling V-Z hen just leave it on the top!'. The ability of someone in authority to have a quiet non embarrassed word would make it happier times for everyone.
So here's hoping the young man in question has some kind pals who will take him for a pint and tell him that he looks like a fanny cos if they don't I will!!!
Now I have have to say that I have huge problems with the whole onesie thing - I mean for a start where did they come from - one minute they were the preserve of babies or people with messy DIY jobs on and then they are everywhere. I do suspect that the appearance of a reasonably priced clothing store in Princes Street may have alot do with it (Pri-marche for those pretending to be posh) as that seems to be the main thing that they sell (apart from some really horrible skirts but that's a post for another day).
I know alot of people who find onesies very comfortable. A friend reports her teenage son rarely takes his off although a recent growth spurt had him complaining that it was 'nipping his nuts' in an uncomfortable way. We are so far a onesie free house tending to prefer the more traditional jammies and a dressing gown approach. My son in particular is very fond of his 'goon' as he calls it and has been known to put it on over his clothes as soon as he gets in from school- channelling either Hugh Heffner or The Dude. The main thing that really puts me off is the toilet arrangements I mean what is the point of being all comfortable and cosy when you have to haul the damn thing half off whenever you feel the call of nature. Perhaps there are design features that deal with it but hey if wearing a onesie at home to be comfortable is your thing who am I to judge enjoy - but in the street on a Monday morning!
I have long had the idea that there should be a special group of non threatening wardens who are able to hand out tickets for horrors of fashion. No I'm not talking about some scary person like Meryl Streep in the Devil Wears Prada berating folk for having shoelaces that are too thin or wearing the wrong shade of tights. I am talking in the worst cases where the general public need to be saved from having their day (and their lunch) spoiled . The summer tends to be a prime time for this when extra wardens would need to be employed to deal with the acres of exposed juddering flesh which seems to appear in scottish cities with the slightest hint of sunshine 'Its stopped snowing boys - taps aff!!!' . I came up with this plan while working at a summer job where a young lady appeared daily in the canteen with a skirt so short you could see the washing instructions on her tights! The young lady in question had what might be in the US referred to as 'boot-ay' but in Glasgow vernacular a 'massive erse' and I used to feel sorry for the other folks in her office 'Dinnae worry about filling V-Z hen just leave it on the top!'. The ability of someone in authority to have a quiet non embarrassed word would make it happier times for everyone.
So here's hoping the young man in question has some kind pals who will take him for a pint and tell him that he looks like a fanny cos if they don't I will!!!