I was waiting for a tram on the corner of Elizabeth and Bourke St's, when i was treated to a vision of greatness. Across from my stop was quite possible the most ridiculously and brilliantly styled man i had ever viddied.
Cigar in his 70 plus mouth, silver brogues on the feet, grey slacks casually belted in tan around the well earned beer belly, salmon shirt with preppy checked pink tie knotted casually around his Harold bishop worthy jowls, tanned fringed suede jacket, glasses to hide the boozy eyes, and last but not least a cowboy hat placed high on thy holy head. After staring gobsmacked at this impossible god for what seemed like an blissful eternity, i had the sudden urge to share this moment with the world. Alas, a tram pulled up and my cowboy rode off into the sun before i could say cheese.
Cigar in his 70 plus mouth, silver brogues on the feet, grey slacks casually belted in tan around the well earned beer belly, salmon shirt with preppy checked pink tie knotted casually around his Harold bishop worthy jowls, tanned fringed suede jacket, glasses to hide the boozy eyes, and last but not least a cowboy hat placed high on thy holy head. After staring gobsmacked at this impossible god for what seemed like an blissful eternity, i had the sudden urge to share this moment with the world. Alas, a tram pulled up and my cowboy rode off into the sun before i could say cheese.
