I wrote my blog last night at about 12.30, aiming to get to sleep around 1. However, my ex-girlfriend was online and suggested that I might like to take her out to get some late night snacks. I'm nothing if not flexible, so I headed over. It turned out that I did like the idea of a late night visit to a petrol station. I'm an expert on late night petrol station visiting.

Thus, I had the opportunity to demonstrate the shirt I was wearing - the first I'd bought without assistance in a year or so. As you can guess from the title of this piece, the boy done good. Now, technically it's nothing to do with my ex what shirts I wear. However, I think it's nice to respect someone else's opinion, especially since a number of garments I now wear (as a result of her influence) and wouldn't have thought to wear before (like the very jumper I've got on now) have been widely regarded as suiting me.

Having said that, many of my favourite clothes were chosen by me, and only a certain percentage of them were chosen on the basis of size alone.