Mono ManiaMonday, November 30 2015
This is not an incentive to lip-lock with as many strangers as possible in the hope of having a real excuse to give your boss when asked why you won’t be making it in for the third time this week. Though let’s be honest, mistletoe helping, there should be plenty of that going on in the run-up to Christmas. Kissing—not infectious diseases—I mean!
If you were ever concerned that my gloriously-green fantasy-fur sleeves and standout-out super-cuffs were not going to attract enough dirty stares on the street, look again. That’s right, there’s me (surprise, surprise!) endorsing fashion latest: the theoretically chic, effectively obnoxious monogram detail.
Don’t miss me. CC, for the world to see.
Name-dropping at its most cringe. Or another brick in the sacred wall dedicated to the cult of self (I speak metaphorically here, though Facebook is also a hotspot for such behaviour).
This comes just as my newly updated version of iOS9 tells me via automacically sorted folder that I have 1814 selfies saved on my Apple powered device. Not sure what I am meant to do with this piece of information (besides smashing my phone into a thousand pieces for my own and everyone else’s sake). Surely, two extra embroidered initials can’t make my case any worse?
In fact, those comparatively discreet navy letters seem like the lesser of two self-loving evils. And let’s face it, that shirt is nothing short of fantastic. Though me saying so implies I think I have great taste. Hum, I’m digging my own hole here, aren’t I?
I see a possible trade-off. Less front-facing camera action; more personalised wear. It’s not going to save society from itself, but it may be a good place to start.