Aren't jackets great?
Don't spend too long musing on it, it's a rhetorical question. That means you don't need to answer it. Of course jackets are great. They are also
skill and minter. Don't you even know that?
So, hats off to jackets then. The ideal garment for the British climate. It
might be quite warm one minute and then a bit chilly the next. If you wear a
big coat you will be too hot when the sun shines and you'll sweat like a fat
lass at a dance when you get indoors. The wise jacket wearer will have none
of these problems.
Similarly, if you go coatless where do you keep your pocket-book, watch, portable phone, mp3 stereogram, keys, smoking accoutrements and a thousand
and one miscellaneous items without which no modern gentleman can leave the
house? In some sort of a man-bag? Yeah, if you're some kind of a puppy-squeezer who likes to parade about in a big flowery dress, then go for
it. Otherwise, a jacket is the order of the day.
There are numerous examples in history of the importance of jacket wearing.
Consider the battle at Rorke's Drift, as immortalized in the film "Zulu". The Zulus may have massively outnumbered the British soldiers, they had the
better tunes and home advantage, which is practically worth a goal head start. They didn't have jackets, though. They were running around with no
shirts on, like a bunch of fools.
Our brave boys buttoned up their snazzy red jackets, loaded up their rifles
(which may have played a minor role in clinching the victory) and went into
battle looking by far the more stylish side.
As recently as the 1960s, another campaign involving jacket wearing individuals was waged in the seaside resorts of southern England. I refer to
the numerous Rockers vs Mods contests that were a regular feature of a
swinging sixties Bank Holiday. If there's one thing you can rely on from a
British Bank Holiday by the sea, it's that the rain will be tipping it down.
The mods, weighed down by their overlong, rain-sodden, stupid looking
fin-tail parkas, were no match for their rocker opponents whose greasy leather jackets and oil-coated quiffs were impervious to the elements.
I think we have clearly demonstrated that wearing a jacket makes you both hard and cool. If any further proof be needed, let us consider Phil "baked
bean face" Collins and his 1985 album "No Jacket Required". This risible
collection of over-produced, Thatcherite, anodyne, soulless shite sums up everything that was bad about the eighties. Also, the album title
I ask you, what a cunt, eh?