The Guiness World Records are always a bit mad. There are a lot of categories one might never come across in real life, and this is one of them. How many t-shirts can one person wear in one go?
I love this clip of Matt McAllister putting on 155 t-shirts in one go to the Ride of the Valkyries in 2006, and achieving the world record for the greatest number of t-shirts worn at once. With t-shirts sizes ranging from modest through to massive Mike really goes for it, donning an extra 100 pounds in weight, wowzer! The best bit is if you pause the clip and check out some of the wackier t-shirts. And what is that enormous barbie pink one about, Mike?
Lots of moody cheekbone-y models wearing a great selection of either skinny leggings or circulation impairing jeans teamed with an amazing selection of graphic t-shirts, some black and white, and others like the one Tolula was wearing, with a mixture of black and white prints and colours.
I had a rather a loud chortle when I saw this men’s t-shirt on ASOS featuring a beautiful bikini body with the “I heart” at the top and the scantily clad torso stretching down the front of the t-shirt. It looks kind of incongruous on a man, but therein lies the humour, I guess.
I should probably be arrested, the amount of times I’ve stared at people’s t-shirts, trying to grapple with what’s written on their chests. Some of them, quite literally jump out and hit you in the face, others take a little while to get to grips with. As it is, the odd stare and slap does come my way, although it’s hardly surprising, even my perfectly innocent explaination sounds quite dodgy thinking about it.
Luckily, these brilliantly nerdy slogans weren’t emblazoned across a real person’s t-shirt, but on a website I read whilst hidden behind the forgiving glare of my lap top, so no-one slapped me whilst I was chortling at them. American site Snorg Tees has a great line in nerdy but funny t-shirt like this little mathematical number which says “Get Real: Be Rational”
Shirted Nerd!
Or how about this?
Shirty and Nerdy!
But my favourite and not really nerdy at all (sorry Mr Bunny) has so got to be this:
Easter is a bad time for rabbits!
And finally, the answer to the eternal question that has baffled many an expert for years; which came first?
Ultra glamorous singer Beyonce hardly ever looks scruffed up with a hair out of place, so I was quite glad to see her going for the dressed down look for once. Here she is in half a t-shirt and another half of a pair of jeans, and looks totally fantastic. Her graphic print t-shirt is so now it’s almost then, and her lack of flab and beer belly is doing her the world of favours by not ruining the look, and making her seem as though she burst out of her clothes.
Yeehaw Vest!
Personally, if you were going to emulate Beyonce’s rockin’ beach wear, I might suggest you try a longer t-shirt, like this one from All Saints, just so you can have your cake and eat it, and then have another slice or two, and noone will know. Or do some sit ups if you want to go the whole hog. Naah! Only joking!
Sometimes, I will flick through the money sinking machine that is known as Net-a-Porter, idly wondering who has two thousand pounds to spend on a scrap of cloth, and other times I will gasp astounded at the skill of great designers, and their sheer brilliance with shape, cut and other important stylistic things. Occasionally however, I am stopped dead in my tracks, which instantly calls for a cup of coffee to start me up again. This t-shirt, named “Bird” by Juicy Couture is one of those startled, rabbit in the headlights moments. I am truly flummoxed. Is this a genius piece of fine tailoring, featuring asymmetrical sleeves and hemline and an atmospheric abstract print. Or is it just my dad’s old t-shirt that my mum splattered paint on when she was decorating? I’m sure it’s all very postmodern, this dual aspect t-shirt slash decorating disaster, but I’m not sure if 115 pounds isn’t rather a lot to pay for such polar ambiguity. But maybe therein lies my problem. If I have to ask, I will never understand. Shucks!
The Lost finale has been a long awaited affair, with the ultimate episode never likely to give all the answers. I expect the scriptwriters have long forgotten half of the questions anyway, just adding more twists and turns along the way to keep everybody guessing. All the different time lines, everyone dying and all of those questions that internet forums will be discussing for years will keep Lost’s cult status alive for quite a while.
Fab Lost T-Shirt
I found this great t-shirt on Think Geek, an American website full of lovely gross things such as shower gel that looks like gloopy blood. Their Lost Spoiler t-shirt is a bit of a classic though. Named the Oceanic Airlines Safety Information Card T-shirt, it’s a hilarious look at the plot and gives away some wise survival tips.
Now you see it!
Favourite item though, is this KGB disappearing ink pen. How many people could you confuse with that. Not to mention, how many personal cheques could you sign, and then deny you ever had!
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? It sure as hell isn't political gain!
“I agree with Nick! I agree with Nick!” Thus began the cries that heralded 2010′s general election. Cleggmania was a legend in it’s time. Which was all of about a week in it’s first flush. And then, what on earth happened? More flushed than flush. And down the electorial toilet, no less. Nick Clegg’s star has fallen faster than a UKIP plane. What a come down for the man who would be King (maker).
Actually, the real bugger, if you’ll excuse my political jargon, is that the Cleggster did in fact garner 23% of the vote, a mere 6% behind Labour, which in itself is not a bad result. However, in voting terms, they were left 5 seats down; more Cleggstinct than Cleggstatic!
Alas, the end is nigh. For the past three weeks we have been campaigning tirelessly to lampoon our three main leadership contenders like a chicken kebab on a hot midsummer’s day (or should that be harpoon, I get confused. Lots.) Anyway,as I was saying, in the run up to the election, t-shirts have been designed, made and sold in a way that shows this contest has been a very close thing; at many times neck and neck (that’s crew and round neck to be precise).
But lets see how it happened in terms of t-shirt popularity. David Cameron’s airbrushing fiasco meant that he was the most popular t-shirt in the run up to the election, with Brown trailing behind and Nick Clegg nowhere to be seen.
Mercurial!
After the first leadership debate however, everything changed. “I agree with Nick” t-shirts went stratospheric, storming quickly into first place. The popular opinion polls weren’t far behind; media heavies Mumsnet putting Nick Clegg in the lead with almost 50% of the maternal vote. Suddenly, Gordon put his foot in it, and there was a rush on bigot-gate t-shirts. Next, Nick Clegg was outed as being almost as posh as Cameron, and finally, David admitted it might have been a bit of a mistake to say he was Blair’s heir.
Where's Blair's Hair?
The result? Well, they all put their heart and wives into the leadership contest, but their can only be one winner. Or can there? All our sources are pointing to a hung parliament. And who knows where that could lead!
Tony Blair was wheeled out to help Labour’s flailing election campaign this week. Although I’m not sure how much of an asset he was, considering that his popularity levels are about on a par with Katie Price’s left-over Botox needles these days. Or maybe that was the point; he’s the only person left in the country who can possibly make Gordon Brown look like a good idea, especially after the PR disaster that was Bigot-gate. (Oh, and the economy)
But doesn’t something about picture perfect David Camera-on remind you of Tony Blair in those early days of New Labour? Smarming and charming their way through each and every interview, promising change like it’s something that they carry around in their pockets. Actually that’s small change, and will be all we’ve got left soon, but I digress. Maybe it’s just me, but I’m sure there’s a link somewhere…..
Oh, many are the days when my bed hair and lack of intravenous caffeine injection lets me down of a morning. I do so long to be an early rising type; up bright and happy with the larks, (or whatever gets up early, I honestly wouldn’t know) wielding my feather duster like a machete through the cobweb jungle, singing a jaunty jingle as I went.
But no, I just keep on hitting the snooze button on my alarm clock until the very last second and then barely pausing to shower, breakfast, have three cups of coffee and then one for the road, I sail out of the door, already shattered and ready for bed again. Even without a hard day behind me.
Sound familiar? Well, then help is at hand in the form of this printed t-shirt. A shirt and tie in one go, it cuts out that vital ironing, buttoning and tie-tying stage, helping you get from beddy to ready in the blink of an eye. Genius, eh? I reckon, if you count the ironing stage, that it’s almost ten more minutes in bed. Sheer luxury!
