My wife slags me off
for carrying what she calls my "man bag". It is a double strapped over-the-shoulder satchel-style carrying device, with metal zip-tab entry system on it's various segments. I use it to carry my massive wallet (full of receipts, out of date credit cards and small change), a book, my phone, my keys, a scarf, I think there's a pair of socks in there from goodness knows when, a bottle of month-old tap water that now smells fusty,some "extra" chewing gum, my rather sad-looking prescription sunglasses, lots of clean but crumpled tissues, a sound-on-sound magazine, my custom-moulded ear plugs (I'm a drummer) and usually an apple, a bottle of fresh water, a woman's cardigan and perhaps a scarf if I'm going anywhere with my wife (who feels it is OK to fill it with her crap just because it's bigger than her crappy little fashion accessory). It weighs exactly 114 kilograms and is made of kryptonite.
(ah sod it tinsels chummily, Sat 29 Oct 2005, 10:56, Reply)