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Your best clothes finds in no shop i.e. clothes you just found somewhere.

Some cracking silk french knickers in my neighbour's underwear drawer.

No, actually I found a Stone Island top on the rails outside the Archway Tavern. And, yes, it was a real one not a 'Christmas casual' market jobbie.

But as you invaribly look like a cock if you wear Stone Island clobber and don't look like you are good at fighting I gave it to my mum; who then gave it to one of her friend's sons after their jaw apparently dropped when they saw her wearing it.
 
I found a massive white, wooly coat in a wood last year. I haven't actually worn it though as it's a bit stupid. I'm taking it to the charity shop this weekend :D
 
found a northface hyvent jacket once, all scrunched up and stinking of wee. was fine after a wash but lost it at a party about 2 years later.
 
Years ago I lost my crappy blue puffa stylie jacket at a party. It was cold so I just picked up a way better jacket and went home . On the Monday there were pictures of the jacket all over campus . (He must have really loved that jacket ) .

So I returned it , took some mates along as he looked a beefy chap in the picture (and the jacket was too big for me tbf)

He was slightly angry with me but no punches were thrown.
 
Not clothes, I found a pair of vintage Porsche folding sunglasses. My f-i-l had thrown them out. They're currently worth about €200.

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Years ago I lost my crappy blue puffa stylie jacket at a party. It was cold so I just picked up a way better jacket and went home . On the Monday there were pictures of the jacket all over campus . (He must have really loved that jacket ) .

So I returned it , took some mates along as he looked a beefy chap in the picture (and the jacket was too big for me tbf)

He was slightly angry with me but no punches were thrown.
Reminds me of when an old boyfriend of mine accidentally picked up someone else's jumper after a drunken night in the pub.

He went back the next day to return it to its rightful owner.

The barman said someone had been in already, looking for it. Ex asked who it was.

Barman: 'Dunno his real name, but they call him Psycho Andy'.
 
Reminds me of when an old boyfriend of mine accidentally picked up someone else's jumper after a drunken night in the pub.

He went back the next day to return it to its rightful owner.

The barman said someone had been in already, looking for it. Ex asked who it was.

Barman: 'Dunno his real name, but they call him Psycho Andy'.
My victim was a rugby player , I'd have never been able to wear that coat safely 😄 Swansea had a few Student places that loads of people went to , so I would have run into a pissed off man mountain eventually.
 
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