'My New York Jacket'

Those that know me know all about 'My New York Jacket'. My wonderful, cool, very much researched & long awaited jacket. So long awaited that I actually became a little obsessed about it. So obsessed about it that I started learning geographical features of it's birth place in anticipation of it's arrival.

I know, that IS a bit weird....

anyway, my jacket arrived.

...and I couldn't possibly do anything but LOVE my jacket, I was commited to it after all. But the truth is - and this is the first time I've said this out loud - it's not all that perfect. It rides up at the back, is really tight, has super long arms and a short torso, and has tags on the pocket zips, that when done up, sit perfectly atop my nipples.

Rather like pasties. (Xave reckons it's been designed by a bloke for a laugh).

Now what might you ask does 'My New York Jacket' have to do with a yacht? Well, today, (and yesterday, and maybe even the day before), the yacht felt very much like my jacket. TIGHT. AND. UNCOMFORTABLE.

My pride is at stake though, so I will continue to live aboard the yacht, and I will continue to wear my jacket. but perhaps, given the circumstances, I will henceforth cease to wear the jacket ON the yacht.