As I am slightly colour blind, so hadn’t noticed that the lovely scarlet sleeves that had caught my eye in ‘Cecil Gee’s Outfitters For the Younger Man’, had also lost their vibrancy and were now a sort of rusty colour.
The heavy knitted woolen texture of the whole jumper was more like a cheap wool mixture, with most of the wool missing; this made it all rather floppy.
I soon found another problem with this loosely knitted material,
It made cycling even more difficult in an unexpected way
The ‘batwings’ would flap, even at quite low speeds, and if I were in a hurry, the whole jumper would inflate, causing a large hump on my back.
All this plus the ‘Anna Karenina’ cuff’s was not the image I had originally sought.
Like all my clothes, once I had tired of them or more likely they had become just tired; I would then wear them to work.
This was a common practice and some worker’s could be seen riding their bikes dressed in clothes not at all meant for cycling.
The ride to and from the Vickers Armstrong factory was always an exciting affair, with so many workers arriving in the morning at about the same time— eight thousand of them— it was a race to ‘clock in’ at eight.
One of the most inappropriate of these garments was a single-breasted raincoat, which a year or two earlier were all the rage with local youths.
Now these younger workers could be seen with these cheap coats flapping around them, racing to work, looking like a posse of cowboys lead by Clint Eastwood`—me— chasing Doc Holliday in a cowboy film.
As if this was not enough of a pantomime, some of the older worker’s had invested in a little petrol engine, which was fixed to the rear wheel of their bikes, with these, they were more than capable of overtaking the ‘posse’.
They looked a grand sight with their ex army waterproof capes billowing in the wind at twenty miles per hour.