If someone was to come up to you and offer you some jeans lets say, that fit around the waist, fit lengthwise but have one major flaw, that is they actually cut your balls off to the point where you now sound like a 10 year old school girl, have a sperm count way below par and make you look like a rampant homo, would you accept this generous offer? Well guess what folks, it seems everyone in Sweden has accepted this unsurpassed gift- wherever you look, masses of everyday people have these incredibly tight jeans on, admittedly on the ladies not too bad- after all I still don't think I've seen a fat Swede yet, but on men well that's something else entirely....not because sometimes you mistakenly stare at that nice arse and legs only to discover that nice arse and legs actually has something bulging downstairs and hasn't got boobs, but it just looks BLOODY AWFUL....ok, opinions are better kept to oneself sometimes, but how can the feeling that someone is squeezing your nads all day be nice? Baggy isn't always bad you know and I don't mean 'gangster' baggy, I mean 'let my blood circulate' baggy....this is one of the mysteries of life for me over here. I know us Brits are 'weird' because we have carpets everywhere in our house, we don't drink 14 cups of coffee a day and we don't like out of date pickled herring, but sometimes it's good to be different. With all this said and done, Johanna has overpowered me and I've turned slightly Swedish....no NOT the tight jeans, but may be the Grandad top...all I know is this, I'm definitely not going to win any fashion awards..........
P.S. I was doing my weather person impression
