My jersey arrived today from T-Shirt Hell. It basically says, in decreasing letter size, "The funniest thing about this t-shirt is that by the time you realise it doesn't say anything, it's too late to stop reading it, you dumb fuck."
I love that company. Most of Matt's t-shirts come from there, which explains why he gets funny looks. The 30 piercings don't help the situation. He was in a cafe with his gran once and they got asked to leave because of his attire. I suppose not everybody wants to look at a t-shirt saying 'There are two people fucking on the back of my shirt/Just kidding! Believe in Jesus!", which is maybe understandable.
I'm used to it, but when he first met my gran I had to buy him a new shirt on the way to her house, because he'd forgotton that the one he was wearing showed a smiling little girl with a flute stuck up her...dress. Music In A Minor. Taseful as ever *grins*
Ooo, by the way, he likes his new job - he was driving a TVR Chimera sports car yesterday (just a few steps up from a Smart Car *winks*). He phoned his dad just to gloat and got called a lucky bastard for his efforts.
So anyway, going completely off subject, I was late into work cos the gas man came to check the boiler, drink tea and tell me his life story. This means I get no official dinner time and am having to make do with a sausage roll *sniffs*. Gutted.