A quick post for the ladies, and admirers of ladies. Through the wonders of internet shopping my Primrose took possession today of her new Outlier slacks. Made in New York, they are, by actual first-world New Yorkers. A likely story! But let us not allow my own skepticism to spoil the fun of a first ride in some overpriced duds, that I must say, fit my darling wife’s bum muscles like items I really should ride more, well at least as much as my Lynskey. Would this saddle and its anatomical slice be worth going back a grade for? Oh, I’m spoilt, aren’t I!
So we take said strides for a coffee today over at Dark Horse in Wickham where the coffee is everything you would hope for in such a low rent location (awesome!) and showed off the pants and the tight bum to the proprietor there who loiters about waiting for her edgy street to be discovered for use in a film, whereupon she’ll score a gig as an extra. All the while I snapped objectifying and exploitative shots of my primrose, that I have cropped into sections of purulent interest to my less honourable readers. Enough!