I laugh in the face of expensive designer gear.
I went to Dover last Saturday - seemed like a good idea, a bit of coastline, a nice walk along the cliffs and some damn nice pubs to boot.

The footpath we found was about a mile or so down the road from Dover castle. So we followed it - it lead out to the headland and back in the vague direction of the castle. The footpath, sadly, ran out as we got to the hills which had been dug as defences for the castle.

Not wanting to turn back, we scrambled up said hill and wandered along this huge artificial (but quite unmaintained) ridge in search of a way back to the main road, which eventuallky culminated in us spotting a gap in a fence at the bottom and climbing/scrambling down this hill and eventually falling over and sliding down on our arses, much to the amusement of a National Trust woman who was just in the car park at the time.

One of our number was less than impressed by this. All the way down the hill, he complained about the state of his Armani jeans. £300, apparently.

I don't think my trousers even cost a tenth of that. Clearly the upper limit of what one pays for clothing may relate to the kind of activities in which one indulges.
(LongJohnBaldry, Wed 15 Apr 2009, 10:22, Reply)