Barbour

Been a couple of weeks since I was last on a bus. Got one home on Monday though. Got a good seat and was reading the paper when as per usual the biggest fucker in Edinburgh decides to plant himself next to me. As if a big guy with a rucksack wasn't bad enough, he was wearing a fucking Barbour style jacket. Not a regular one though, one of these enormous oily tent-jobs.



It's Edinburgh mate, not the fucking outback.