uncurious george

Seconds after stalking the Girl in Pink, I saw George, in pale grey (which in my own Dot universe, is the opposite on the colour wheel to ballet pink). Being a bloke, he was umbrella-less. (Speaking of which: I saw a college forum recently where someone asked they should bring an umbrella to the UK for a semester abroad. My tip: don't bother. It's a waste of valuable luggage space, and you won't really use it, as the rain is more often a fine mist that will seep into places that an umbrella can't stop. Better a hood, scarf, or snood, frankly).



Anyway, George patiently posed for a few snaps, but really: it was raining, digital cameras don't do well in water, and polite as he was, it clearly wasn't his thing. I didn't even offer my card, just told him my blog name, to which he politely said thanks. (Another rule of thumb: the more posh a guy is here, the more polite. And also, the more seemingly uninterested in fashion they are. Seemingly being the operative word). That's what I like about his style: it is so subtle as to appear non-existent. He's no girly girl, our George!