Synchronicity - my future's orange?
After many months of cadging my broadband service from the bar next door, I eventually started paying for my own connection. For no particular reason other than seeing a promotion at Maplins, I chose Orange. This came after many months of deciding that I prefer Firefox to Microsoft’s Internet Explorer. No, there’s no connection between Firefox and Orange, but the Firefox logo is also orange in colour.I then embarked on a vigorous defence of redheads (aka gingers) which was closely followed by my recipe for the ‘best carrot cake in the world’.
Are you beginning to see a common thread through all of this?
I then managed to get myself an interview with a major bank in Amsterdam whose logo is rather orange. Not really an odd thing for a Dutch organisation as the House of Orange has dominated Dutch political life since William I of Orange (also known as "William the Silent" and "Father of the Fatherland") organized the Dutch revolt against Spanish rule, which after the Eighty Years' War (1566 - 1648) led to an independent Dutch state.
Although I could dredge up the Dutch connection with South Africa, I think that may be stretching a point to far. But it does remind me that I still have to do a post about my 121st flag visitor.
Anyway, as a result of the impending interview (this coming Monday), I thought it worthwhile to get my wardrobe up to scratch. Unlike the stereoptypical view of a gay man, shopping just isn’t my thing, particularly clothes shopping. However, once I force myself to trawl the shops looking for new garments, I can get into the spirit of the exercise. Over the past week or so, I’ve been on a bit of a shopping spree, primarily to find myself a decent suit. En route, I bought myself a few odds and ends that have nothing to do with the interview. I actually went a bit mad buying jumpers, jerseys as we call them in South Africa, at Limeys who have been having a great sale.
And, guess what, their sales shopping bag is orange!
I didn’t get my suit there but I got a really beautiful one that cost me a small fortune from Paul Smith. Although buying a suit would usually be a rather unpleasant ordeal for me, my rather sentimental streak narrowed the choices enough to make it relatively simple. Paul Smith is an international designer, especially renowned for his men’s wear, whose roots are in Nottingham. He’s known for his predilection for stripes, stripes of many colours, not necessarily orange. I decided on a Paul Smith suit as I thought it would be nice to own something with a strong Nottingham connection as I may be leaving Nottingham soon. Yes, yes, counting one’s chickens before they hatch and all that, but that’s the way my mind works.
Just in case you’re wondering, there isn’t a hint of orange in the suit!
The final nail in the orange coffin (I’m not obsessed with my death clock!) was visiting Caroline’s blog for the first time in a couple of weeks. Yep, more evidence of orange - her orange scribble is at the top of the page.
The future’s bright, the future’s orange?
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