Metroawesome!!!!

First of all I'd like to say that I love blogsville and every single blogger in it especially the ones who commented on my last post. Una too much I swear! if pple in the world could show themselves half the consideration bloggers show to each other we wudn't have so much global headache. I will try and keep y'all posted on how it goes wiv me and her but when it comes to blogging about stuff like that I cannot be trusted lol...see how long it took me to tell u guyz about it sef. Now let's talk about something else shall we?

I read juiceegal's post on Metrosexuality and I cudn't help laughing cos just two weeks before that someone had called me a Metrosexual. Now I treat any word that has "-sexual" at the end of it and is not preceded by "hetero-" wiv caution so for the purpose of this post we will boycott the word "Metrosexual" and use "Metroawesome" instead capiche? Nice one! Now I want you to help me judge if Sir Scribbles II aka Robby Scribbles aka Bobbby-too-much aka Barrister feel-good is truely metroawesome or just plain awesome. Let's go there...

I like to match my shirts, ties, cufflinks, trousers belt, socks and shoes. I don't mean like wearing blue all through and looking like a teletubby's nephew, what I mean is there has to be cohesion between the colours of my outfits...I hate colour riot like Megan fox hates calculus. Wearing any combination of colours that do not match, compliment or associate will drive me crazy. My graduation gown was had green, red and purple on it...I nearly ran mad in the grad. hall lol.

I hate dirty trainers, sometimes I get on d train and I see someone wearing a pair of filthy white converse trainers and I just want to take a machete and amputate their legs. I have to clean all my trainers at least one a week depending on how many times they've been worn that week. If you are picturing me wiv a discarded toothbrush, a little bowl of soapy water, another little bolw of clean water nd a lil rag then ur imagination is on point.

I love suede, right from when I was a kid till dis very moment. If it's suede I want it, shoes, blazers, wallets, wateva! If they had a suede liver I'd sign up for a transplant.

It takes me about a whole day to pick out something to wear to a date. I have to start preparing at least a week before a date cos I know I will be changing my mind on d regular. When I was in Uni it was easier cos I had a rota for my clothes...every shirt, trouser, T-shirt and shorts had a day of week assigned to them and if I had a date sometime during the week the outfit assigned to that week wud be used but wud then have to be slotted in at the end of the rota to avoid repitition within a 2 week period.

I am a sucker for colognes and am therefore a mugu for a girl wiv a captivating scent. If a lady walks past me and smells absolutely divine it'd take 300 spartans to hold me down. I love colognes and can never leave d house wivout using either a cologne or body spray. When I say leave d house it includes going out in my pyjamas to buy bread, post letters or order pizza.

I hate creases wiv a passion. It takes me ages to finish ironing cos i hate creases so much. I hate the lil ones that hide around d shoulder-armpit area of the shirt, I hate d ones that hide around d crotch are of trousers..I hate creases! Cos I hate creases so much I hate linen...linen is a nightmare for me, they say it's supposed to look that way but me wearing linen can be likened to a suicide bomber who has second thoughts, I'm tense, always staring down at what I'm wearing and wishing I'd hadn't worn it in the first place. If you see when I'm ironing a Linen shirt you'd think I was demented.


This is the point where you tell me all this stuff is normal and it's in no way weird or unheard. For crying out loud David Beckham paints his friggin nails mehn...my own is small sef!!!