It is Saturday afternoon. I didn't get to wear the rubber shirt to Cafe Rouge, as we had to take my son somewhere first. Anyway, we could not get into Cafe Rouge - 7.30 on a Friday night! We went to an Italian instead and I ate too much.
So, the son is away until Sunday, and we have been into Bristol. I wore my blue rubber shirt, black denim jeans and leather jacket (white rubber boxer shorts, of course!). We went into a few shops and then a very nice coffee shop called The Boston Tea Party (NOT Starbucks which, IMHO, has gone downhill). I did not take off my jacket, but had it unzipped, so the shirt was on show. Reactions? None!
We are back home now. I have just taken the photos out of the posts on here. It is odd, but I am worried that someone who knows me will see them - hah, fat chance! As far as I can work out, no-one's even looked at this blog! However, my job does put me in contact with a lot of people, and there is just the chance that I will be recognised by someone who is innocently looking for blogs about, say, Starbucks.
I could show photos of me or my wife in hoods or gas masks, but I think they would look a bit sinister to anyone not "into" them. So, I will probably edit a few photos so the heads are cut off. This may look a little odd, but I do want any readers to know that I am a real person really wearing rubber.
Anyway, back to today. My wife has remembered that I bought her a rubber corset a little while ago (how could she have forgotten?), so promises have been made.......!! But first, Tesco's, I think. After all, as she said, we have got all evening....
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