When I was a teen, I had a suede leather jacket, an almost exact replica of the one Dylan wears on the sleeve of his second album The Free Wheeling Bob Dylan, I could have worn that jacket until it fell apart. My father though had other ideas. It was at the time of my first car a Triumph Herald 12/50 with a sunroof. The sunroof used to stick on its slides, and my dad had the idea of putting Vaseline on the runners. It was a lovely hot day, and I got out of my car to find my beautiful jacket ruined with moulten vaseline. Dad seemed to have something against my coats. On another occasion I was wearing a lovely velvet jacket, dad asked me to help get the battery out of his car. My velvet jacket went through gradual disintegration, battery acid!!!.
So what would I wear for ever? Read on.
Birthday suit.
I thought about my birthday suit, but that’s now old and baggy. Then considered my old hippy gear, as worn by Scooby Doo’s mate Shaggy.
A school uniform we never had, but those short trousers were compulsory, and something my mum never knew, my balaclavas thrown in the shrubbery.
Not the clothes from my working days, those old overalls that’s for sure, tied with string and covered in plaster, when I was skilled and yet so poor.
What about my wedding suit? All flared and double breasted, maybe a polo neck and jeans? That’s what my wife suggested.
Jazzy colours are now what I like, that’s what makes me cheerful. All those colours on an old guy, that’s what makes the young ones fearful.
Meadowhead Bard.
Meadowhead Bard 
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