The Glass Man of Stevenage.

Rather unkindly, some people refer to people who wear Google Glass as ‘Glassholes’. But then you don’t see many about.
But I see one one. Most mornings. We share a train (with a few hundred other people).
There he is on the platform as we wait for the train. And every day he’s wearing his Glass.
Google Glass

Look how much fun it is to wear them/it.

I don’t pay him close attention but I’ve never actually seen him using them. They just sit on his face, so to speak.
Why does he wear them/it?
Force of habit? Will he need them later on and if he doesn’t wear them he’ll forget them?
I’m not going to judge him. It’s his right to wear them. Personally, I wouldn’t choose to sport them every day – and certainly not if I wasn’t going to use them
The other week I got off the tube at Victoria and to my surprise he hopped out of the driver’s cab. So no doubt he works for TfL and cadged a lift with a mate.
So does he drive Tube trains and film the tunnels as he goes? I know SNCF were trialing Google Glass to speed up ticket checking – a good idea in principle – but this is a conundrum that baffles me every morning.

Properly cold.

OK, today it is cold. Properly cold. That mild pain in your fingers you haven’t felt since early March. It’s back. It’s cold. It’s dark. It’s tempting to stay under the covers. But at least it’s sunny today.

But the cold brings with it the ubiquitous SuperDry Technical Windcheater. I mentioned it only last month. But the colder weather has brought them out in force. I’m holding mine back til the last possible minute. Why? Cos I’d rather not blend into the multi-zipped uniform of the commuting masses.

London: winter 2010 - a typical commuter's eye view.

On Monday I saw two at Stevenage station before I’d even got anywhere.

And today I saw the green, yellow, white and red variants. And I noticed a colleague had one with pink stitching. The upside was that I was able to point out the little thumb-holes in the sleeves to keep you extra toasty, which she hadn’t noticed before. Hello Nicky!

And I saw a handsome chap in the mirror wearing his red variant. Damn he looked good though. After all, it was properly cold today.

SuperDry season is back.

It’s started. As the days shorten and October beckons us with its gnarled twig-like fingers, we inevitably turn to parts of our wardrobe untouched since perhaps April.

We rediscover jumpers, cardigans, hoodies, scarves and long-sleeved t-shirts. And our trusty SuperDry jacket. I say this as I know this to be true. Every single commuter of blog-reading age and ability has one. Be the stitching white, red, green, orange, yellow and now pink (!), we all have the jacket of many zips. I know because I have conducted an unofficial census.

Here we go again.

They are warmer than they look, which is why it’s easy to jump the gun. I’m keeping my powder (super) dry but it seems at least one Technical Windcheater has emerged from the winter wardrobe just in time to say cheerio to the tortoises as they go into hibernation.

Now this chap disappointed me. As a wearer of the same jacket we are part of a wider socio-economic demographic. We dress the same: we are the same.

For a start his jeans were too short. Not in a Haggerston hipster way either. In a kind of Next or Asda way. And the trainers? Again, disappointing. Clumpy, perhaps suited to real running but not a credible accompaniment to the jean/SuperDry jacket combo.

And the way he walks? Up on his balls too early. Too springy. Too eager. We used to have a kid on our street we called Hooey because he’d bounce along the road calling “Hooey” to no one inparticular. Like him. Without the Hooey.

For the record, this chap had plumped for the white embroidered logo. Mine is red. Perhaps this is a more fundamental difference than I thought.

I certainly hope so.

Ubiquitous jacket.

On-trend for Winter 09-10.

This is a Technical Windcheater jacket by SuperDry. It looks very smart. Nice cut. Fitted. Warm. And worn by approximately 4% of the UK male population. Which means I see one everywhere I go. The tell-tale red logo on the rear of the shoulder. The tangle of zips down the front.

On the platform at Stevenage. On the tube. And even at work. It follows me everywhere.

I wouldn’t mind so much but it’s the one I happen to be sporting right now…

The only comfort is they all look as gorgeous and on-trend as me. None of them look ‘special’. We’re all expressing our individuality by wearing exactly the same jacket.

What’s the social norm for greeting someone wearing exactly the same thing as you? High fives all round? Not likely. Skulk behind as many people as you can so they don’t see you, that my policy.

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