Nigel still continues to be eerily drawn to the wrestling posters that are regularly stuck up around Evesham throughout the year ...........
What on earth Hugh would make at this gentleman's attempt of sartorial elegance goodness only knows. His efforts to, in some way, resemble a city gent fall well short of the mark, from his ill fitting waistcoat exposing acres of crumpled shirt, which in turn is totally mismatched to his tie (even Nigel knows you never wear stripe on stripe). Then there is his ill fitting (wedding) top hat which should be a bowler, ......... and as for the brolly, well that's certainly meant for nefarious purposes and not a sudden downpour.
The young lady fairs a little better, perhaps not marriage material, but at least her hair is tidy, shiny and lustrous.
However, there is something seriously not quite right with the bearded gentleman. It appears that from his beard down his body just gets smaller and smaller, goodness only knows how tiny that makes his feet, it's probably a miracle he can stand up, let alone wrestle. It's as if someone at the poster factory has plonked the wrong head onto the wrong body ...... he is quite terrifying!
The whole event seems to be the stuff of nightmares, I am just glad that the posters are sufficiently off putting to prevent Nigel from using his hard earned cash to buy a ticket.
2 comments:
Your comments about the bearded wonder made me chuckle.
I wouldn't want to meet that young lady in a dark alley. Or a light one, for that matter.
P.S. The (not so) gentle man has the bottom button of his waistcoat fastened. The will never do, as Hugh would soon point out. He will know the reason - King Edward VII.
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