If I actually get around to get the appropriate attire to match the top hat I always wear, (unless it's cold enough outside to freeze my ears of), That's to say a dapper greatcoat and possibly a monocle, I do intend to get a pocket watch to match it.
If I actually get around to get the appropriate attire to match the top hat I always wear, (unless it's cold enough outside to freeze my ears of), That's to say a dapper greatcoat and possibly a monocle, I do intend to get a pocket watch to match it.
Thing is I currently almost always wear only a tshirt on my upper body, and well there's no where to keep a pocket watch there. I don't like high temperatures, for example I'm perfectly happy with having around 16 degrees Centigrade indoors, so I always have light clothing that doesn't really offer any good pockets.
If I actually get around to get the appropriate attire to match the top hat I always wear, (unless it's cold enough outside to freeze my ears of), That's to say a dapper greatcoat and possibly a monocle, I do intend to get a pocket watch to match it.
Thing is I currently almost always wear only a tshirt on my upper body, and well there's no where to keep a pocket watch there. I don't like high temperatures, for example I'm perfectly happy with having around 16 degrees Centigrade indoors, so I always have light clothing that doesn't really offer any good pockets.
I used to have a modern wristwatch, but the complex electronics inside it kept going haywire on me for no good reason. It also gave me an ugly rash.
One day I was late for work, and found that the piece of garbage had finally decided to quit for good. I quickly grabbed the first replacement I could find: A late 1920s Omega pocket watch that had once belonged to a man who used to rent a room at my grandparents' house.
I soon realized that I was on to something good. The Omega, being entirely mechanical, was impervious to electronic malfunctions, never needed a new battery - and COULDN'T give me a rash because I kept it in my pocket!
I've been using pocket watches for over a decade now, and have never thought of them as impractical.
That's nice, although the glare is stopping me from seeing the finer detail, but I suppose that can't be helped.
busterkeatonrules said:
I used to have a modern wristwatch, but the complex electronics inside it kept going haywire on me for no good reason. It also gave me an ugly rash.
One day I was late for work, and found that the piece of garbage had finally decided to quit for good. I quickly grabbed the first replacement I could find: A late 1920s Omega pocket watch that had once belonged to a man who used to rent a room at my grandparents' house.
I soon realized that I was on to something good. The Omega, being entirely mechanical, was impervious to electronic malfunctions, never needed a new battery - and COULDN'T give me a rash because I kept it in my pocket!
I've been using pocket watches for over a decade now, and have never thought of them as impractical.
But I already have my nearly indestructible water proof sapphire glass titanium wrist watch...
Rest assured, I will get a pocket watch someday, but not today. Or tomorrow.
Totally. While you can wear it with a waistcoat/3 piece suit, you can also wear on with jeans. I stick the chain on my belt loop and put it in that little pocket that's not useful for anything else.
a brilliant use for that little pocket, however, that pocket, at least in my jeans, is a perfect holder for my cellphone, which has greater practicall aplication, as i already have a wristwatch
I have one myself. It's part of my drinking persona, Vladimir Lestrade (yes, like from the Duke Nukem video). In short, my friend was turning 21, so we decided to go on a pub ban challenge (get wasted, see how many pubs we can get thrown out of in one night). Since I am underage, I dressed up in a full suit, top hat, monocle, pocket watch and cane, with a small cape and a false goatee. I was no longer Lexodus, god among men; instead I was Vladimir Lestrade, foreign dignitary and ambassador to the UK from a small sovreign nation in the Baltics, and, armed with my passable Russian and a knack for accents, they were either none the wiser or very, very good natured about it all, and I managed to get away with it. And when we were kicked out of each pub I swished my cape dramatically and cried, ''Vladimir, AWAY!"
Much lulz were had.
A grand total of three pubs and the Irish Centre, for fuck's sake. GO US!
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