Sweet f*ckin' A!

Actually managed to edit a couple of poems I wrote back in 2003. That ole inertia is giving way to a resolve - no, hunger - to edit the back catalogue for once and for all.

I have also spent some time thinking about Farah slacks. You know, those iconic slacks from the 1980s. They were often paired with v-neck golfing sweaters from Pringle or Lyle & Scott, and accompanied by trainers (Adidas, Nike, Puma, Reebok, depending on the year) or a pair of Kickers. I swear we each must have looked like a clone of Terry (from the sitcom 'Terry and June').

Why am I thinking about them? I saw pair upon pair in Debenhams this week. Same cut, style and fabric, with that dreaded 'f' tag on the rear pocket.

Back in the 80s, kids got ribbed for not wearing Farahs. They came in black, light and dark grey, beige, pale blue, dark blue and dark brown.

They had to be straight. Anything other than 'close to drainpipe' was considered a pair of flares, which meant that when it rained, our skintight Farahs would cut off the circulation in our legs.

Also...and perhaps I shouldn't say this, but all middle-aged men with prominent, tight butts, wore Farahs. It is fair to say that men with tight butts only came into existence when Farahs were available.

So which came first, the Farahs or the tight-ass?