Doing A Reggie..

Apparently its going to be 22 degrees today in Devon, and I have to say its bloody lovely down here, the type of weather that makes the winter seem a long way away. When I had a proper job nice weather used to make me want to do a Reggie Perrin..so if your sat somewhere in a horrible job say in London this is what you do: go walk in to your boss`s office (no doubt separated from the rest of the office in a kind of glass goldfish bowl) say Do you know what! you can stick your sales projections where the sun don't shine I'm off! then you flounce out and go straight to Paddington, get on First Great Western, crack open a bottle of bubbly and taste the delights of the in-house buffet car. Best bet is to head to Paignton (but I would advise not leaving the station as its rather like a small scale Blackpool but with Devon accents) then you get on a steam train, and come to Dartmouth and stand on the quayside grinning. Having raided the petty cash tin under the office mangers desk before you left you will have lots of money to spend in Starburst on nautical stripes and Victoria plimsolls creating a completly new look.

I think we have a real life Reggie lurking in Dartmouth, his name is Rupert and he is fiercely intelligent firing of quotes, facts and figures like a well oiled machine gun. Rumour has it he used to be a high flying architect but now refers to himself as an international man of mystery.  Starburst is his most favourite shop in Dartmouth as its "FASHION"!!!!!!!! and boy does Rupert know a thing or two about fashion. He beats me in the geeky fashion stakes hands down knowing what Alexander McQueens first collection was called, that Brix Smith Start used to be in band and what year the bias cut technique was first introduced - Blimey! He has the habit of walking past the shop, banging loudly on the window and roaring like a lion. Any man that does that gets my vote.