Polo Neck

I got a polo neck jumper. She said they were in. Pep wears one. He hasn’t manboobs. Ribbed, dark grey. Tighter than it should of been. With a vintage leather, black jacket. Sophisticated,continental, so I bought a pain au chocolate. From Greggs. I think he thought I was francais as I ordered and added si vous plait. Then blew it by being unable to resist a sausage roll. Which later I found out to be rouleau de saucisse, not un sausage roll, si vous plait. “What the bollocks do you look like?” “Where’s the Milk tray?” were the first comments at the pub. But their jealousy was obvious and measurable, being directly proportional to the amount of beer spat out as I walked in. I ordered a Pernod chaser with my pint of pale ale, small steps.