Coats and jackets
Aside from the obligatory liking of alcohol and ciggies, I didn’t think I had anything closely resembling an addiction. And then I realised…

I’m a rare northerner in that I never feel properly dressed without a coat or jacket of some kind. And I have many – Tourette’s reckons that I am to practical (and not so practical) outerwear what Imelda Marcos is to shoes. I was thinking about this last night and realised that I have:

Two full length overcoats; one a lovely leather job, the other a handmade grey job with burgundy lining and lapels. Perfect on windy days for that superhero silhouette as you stride purposefully through the streets, coat billowing around you and upsetting new mums as your coat tails flap in the face of their buggy-seated offspring.

A black velvet jacket that was part of a suit until the trousers and waistcoat *ahem* mysteriously shrank .

Another black velvet jacket (double breasted).

The obligatory denim jacket.

A brown pseudo leather job that looks good but is incredibly hot to wear as it’s actually made of plastic, so I tend to sweat in it. I don’t wear it often.

Another brown jacket that is quite baggy and shapeless, and characterised by a cigarette burn on one sleeve – classy.

A black thin but padded jacket that tends to get a lot of wear when out.

Two fleeces (for practical reasons as I try to do a fair bit of walking), although one is a colour that can only be described as NCB orange.

A waterproof outdoor coat (see above).

A big, fluffy warm winter coat that at the moment is plastered in mud from when I attempted to kick a rugby ball for the dog, and instead ended up flat on my back. Oh how we laughed that day…

A red Nehru style jacket that I haven’t worn since 1997.

A black leather mandarin style jacket that I got in Hong Kong, and appear to have misplaced somewhere – fuck knows where. It’s got a huge rip in it anyway from a drunken argument with a fence post one night.

A cream sheepskin style coat that again hasn’t been worn for ages, mainly because the pockets are a bit rubbish and stuff tends to fall out of them.

And, a very thin three quarter length black jacket that is characterised by many pockets and no lapels that I’ve had since about 1994. Think The Matrix, but a bit shorter.

However, since I’m getting married next year, I want something a bit special. Something different to the standard morning coats traditionally associated with weddings (although I do like morning coats). Something I can keep hold of for years to come. So I thought that this would be nicely inconspicuous down the pub: www.fantasywaistcoats.co.uk/coats_velvet7.shtml

There's probably no hope for me.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 19 Dec 2008, 12:16, 11 replies)

Nice
I presume you're a skinny fucker?
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 13:32, closed)

Not skinny
But not a bloater either :D
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Sat 20 Dec 2008, 14:27, closed)

If you don't buy that jacket
you are going to ruin your coat/jacket collection.

That is a must have.
Get it. Go on. *whispers in your ear* Get it get it get it get it get it get it get it!

And congrats on the marriage thing :P I hope you and tourettes enjoy your wedding/marriage/lifepartnership.

:)
(Poppet some assembly required., Fri 19 Dec 2008, 13:59, closed)

I love it!
Dude, you have to buy that-it's screaming "I belong to Davros!"

You would look maaahvelous in it.
(TDub Nunc id vides, nunc ne vides on, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 14:07, closed)

get the jacket, get the jacket
you would look jolly smashing in it!
(happylittletulip helpless and delicious, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 14:15, closed)

would you
like to buy a WW2 artillery trench coat?
(Halfy By light alone, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 16:31, closed)

Halfy
Don't tempt me...
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Sat 20 Dec 2008, 14:27, closed)

That jacket is
the dog's!
Get it!
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 17:40, closed)

Frock Coat
I got married in a black version of the same. In Jamaica. It was only the several red-stripes I'd had before the ceremony that kept me from sweating like the proverbial.
( argyleblanket The man on the roof works for me, Fri 19 Dec 2008, 20:07, closed)

My Man!
In my profile, under "Childhood Ambitions" - too pissed to work out how to do the linky thing - I explain my lust for a certain stripey garment and it strikes me that the chaps you have supplied a nice linky for could probably concoct such a thing.

Shortly I will have the money. I still have the lust (and the lack of self-judgement) that will enable me to wear it.

But I've also longed for a frock coat. I had one but the lining fell out of it.

A crimson and silver striped frock coat would undoubtedly cut a dash. Like I said, I expect bucketloads of money quite soon, courtesy of an unmourned but fairly well off Uncle.

I have a leaking roof but I also have a picture of sartorial elegance.

Bring on the coat!
( The Disappointed Caravanner of the year, Sun 21 Dec 2008, 20:08, closed)

That is a really nice jacket.
Get it!

I have the same 'problem' - I'm also addicted to jackets and coats. I'm too afraid to even count how many I have... I buy one every few weeks... (often secondhand for a few euros)

The one I wear most is a simple yet beautiful black leather 'biker' jacket, goes with just about everything, is just warm enough without being too warm, I love it!

The nicest one I have is something my friend gave to me a few weeks ago. A friend of her mum's wore it for her wedding and gave it to my friend, but it suits me much better to be honest. It was specially made for her wedding about 20 years ago. It's a dark green velvet jacket with about 100 buttons in the front and gigantic puff sleeves. It's a bit over the top but in a really good way and it fit me perfectly, it's almost like it's made for me!
(St. Dymphna, Mon 22 Dec 2008, 5:48, closed)