Sweater Hunting on Oxford Street (Part 1)

A Calm Tranquil Day

Calm, peaceable, tranquil, that it was today. Apart from the vexing disturbance of the phone in the back of my mind and waking up at 12:30 p.m. there were no other dilemmas. Nope, today was spent at home, reading my Shakespeare book outside and speaking to no one but Pari. This might be the second day of this month where no action has taken place but these subdued moods usually bring together a poetical flair and that’s just what I hope for in the later hours of tonight.

However, I will be calling Shawn a little later on to see if he wants to redo what events took place last night, the Playstation. Howeverso, it doesn’t matter in what event tonight ends. Just as long as I get an earlier sleep or I stay awake for the sake of poetry, I win both ways.

Heading to the City

We turn now to the new face of chronology from the lead of an old hand. My story begins with my waking up after midday on Tuesday, gearing to head to the City so I could buy clothes. Wearing my cargo pants and white shirt I began my walking journey around 1:00 p.m. or maybe a bit later.

To tell you the truth, I can’t remember much of my trip to the station or to the City but I do recall that I didn’t buy a ticket. To add, there was a girl with a red top and a woolen skirt sitting down a seat in front of me and to the side on the train.

She had short, curly brown hair and looking Italian she didn’t really look my type but I kept looking over in her direction and on occasions, she would turn her head (Supposedly to glance back at something) but she would always take her first and last peek at me. She jumped off at Central Station and so did I which is pretty lucky because I walked through a temporary fence that was pulled open, hard to explain. Nevertheless, I had to walk a fair way before I could view anything in a shop but, my day had just begun.

Sweaters on Oxford Street

Walking down Elizabeth Street I had an address on Oxford Street to check out the clothing store called Morrissey. It had a great sweater that I wanted to buy and had seen in FHM so that was my first place of visit. Looking at my watch as I made my way to that street I noticed it was 3:00 p.m. and didn’t have too much time until the shops closed. Increasing the gait of my walk I stepped into my first interesting looking shop called ‘Urban Edge’.

Looking around I thought to try on a sweater that they had as well as some great looking black ‘UE Pants’. Having no underwear on I had to be a bit hurried and conspicuous despite being behind a closed door but the pants being a little tight proved galling to put on. The pants themselves looked great but they were too tight and as they didn’t have my exact size I moved on. Shopping is a great relief, it makes you feel good, bestows confidence within yourself and instills vitality to your enthusiasm.

Hound Dog Dressing Rooms

The next important shop I entered was Hound Dog on Oxford Street and not being able to see the Industrial Pants I picked out three different shirts as well as a pair of black cargo pants to make my way into the dressing rooms. In these rooms where you could see up to the knees from outside I tried to change discreetly and took my time. Having a white ribbed shirt just like what I was wearing I enjoyed how it looked with my black pants, how it clung to my body.

There was also a shirt that I’ve always wanted to try and seeing a guy walking around in the City just before entering Hound Dog, my choice was more suggestively sparked. Baby blue looked good on that guy and I knew that if I wore this baby blue tight shirt to a club with my cargo pants, I would be more of an attraction than my all black. There was also a long sleeve shirt that I tried on, mostly black and casual but great for every day.

The cargo pants were magnificent, with a zipper and button as well as the drawstring that if left hanging looked in style. After superfluous evaluation in the mirror and seeing the look on a passerby’s face when I walked out to chat to a lady worker, I knew I had to get the blue shirt and white top. Now that I’ve had a better chance to check them out, I know I had a good deal.

A Polite Jumper Seller

Walking up Oxford Street just a little more despite my time running out for shopping I came to Morrissey but seeing another jumper shop right next door I walked in there on the spur of the moment. The man in there was polite, not at all persistent for a sale and had me try on three different sweaters. One of them was a polo neck sweater, the other a shorter neck and the third shirt which I most favored was the one hundred percent cotton sweater.

The other two were made of wool and wearing them without a shirt underneath it itched my skin. The third jumper which cost $130 (None of them were cheap) fit beautifully, looked great from all angles and didn’t itch at all. On top of that, it wasn’t the tightest jumper there but it did bring out my muscular bulk and show it off, even through a jumper.

That was my favored pick but as I had no money to spend I didn’t do so. Nevertheless, the man didn’t care whether I spent money or not and he was happy to inform me that they were having their sale in August, three months away. Before leaving I put on my white Hound Dog shirt and then made my way onto other business.

Last Stop at Pitt Street

The last place of interest I had my eyes set to visit was Hound Dog on Pitt Street. Being 4:15 p.m. there wasn’t much time before they closed but I had enough time to try on the pants that I had seen before. There were two types, the Industrial Pants and then the almost identical pants that I bought. The pants were blue, one pocket at the back and a work-like appearance but a definitive casual look, that’s why I bought them.

Just as I made my way out of there I made my way down the escalators and seeing a clothes shop selling a cheap jacket (That looked like fake leather) I decided to try it out. While there I noticed a guy whom I knew from some store and seeing a good set of pants with a luggage type strap as an imitation belt I decided to try them on.

Being friendly in conversation with the guy while trying them on in the change rooms I found them to be great so I decided to break the bank and take out money from my Credit Card, if there was enough. The bank accepted it and from there I had bought the $40 pants but I had spent all my money from my Credit Card in which I am supposed to be paying off. The pants were a going out type pant, more suit type material but as they were also somewhat tight, it was between my tight pants and normal pants.

Dodging Lyssa on the Train

The time was 4:35 p.m. when I finally started heading towards St. James Station and I hoped that I wouldn’t see Lyssa when taking my seat. I also hoped that I wouldn’t have to buy a ticket and as there was no one at the gate I just walked through, easy. For the purpose of not bumping into Lyssa and having to either snob her off or talk to her I sat where the stairs were and in the twenty minutes, never noticed her.

Finally jumping on the train I sat in a carriage where there were girls to look at but once they had disappeared I had to listen to the three girls in the back seat singing off-beat R & B Tunes. On top of that, they were typical Lebs, slanting their words, saying “Yeah mate”, they were pure Effie material. While listening as all did to their cruel singing I was completely oblivious to what stations we were passing until we arrived at Marrickville.

From there I knew that I was in for a long trip home and for that decided to sit on the seats near the doors. When finally nearing Campbelltown Via Liverpool I walked through the carriages until I arrived to where two good looking girls sat. The better looking girl whom I think digged my clothes jumped off at Leumeah and the older but blonder girl jumped off with me at Campbelltown. With constant thought repeating in my head for my writing in the diary that night I decided to catch the bus home and the bus being there, we left within a couple of minutes in which I came home soon after.