Leather Wars Episode II - Attack of the Clones
Life in London April 17th, 2005I have never been a fan of leather jackets. Never liked them, never wanted to wear one. This has been like this since I can remember. I always thought “old” people wore leather jackets. Either I am now old or I was mistaken during my misspent youth.
Back to the story. A while back, I was in Greenwich market after spent lunch in a great Thai restaurant . We walked underneath the Thames into the market for some light shopping and while there, I passed a stall that sold leather jackets. After a short time of trying on and chosing one I liked, I paid for a great piece of cow ass (The best piece of cow ass I have ever touched, in my opinion).
From that day on, I have proudly walked the streets of London, parading around my dried up cow ass for everyone to see. I liked it so much, I wore it pretty much every day during winter travelling to and from work. This was until I started noticing how many other people are wearing the EXACT SAME JACKET.
This is now seriously bothering me. I have counted most of the copies I see and I have hit 23. Yes, 23 people with the exact same jacket and this includes a person we saw in the newspaper wearing one. This is compared to Paul’s jacket, bought at the same stall in Greenwich, of which I have seen ZERO copies. This came to a head last week when I refused to stand at the same bus stop with a guy that had the same jacket as me.
Something needs to be done. I don’t know what to do yet but the fact that I have moved from East London to West London and still see people wearing this jacket is a problem for me. Any ideas?
Here is a picture of my jacket. If you like it, stay away from me ![]()