Never let it be said that there are no perks to this job. This week I took delivery of a OnePiece jumpsuit, courtesy of three twentysomething Norwegians (what else?) called Thomas Adams, Henrik Nøstrud and Knut Gresvig. How to describe the genius of their joint invention?
Well, imagine a romper suit for adults, only with a bit of a Nordic snowflake-style motif going on around the yoke, making it bang on-trend, as fashion commentators like to say; or imagine Kevin Webster's mechanic's overalls in thick cotton fleece with a hood.
It even has deep pockets for anyone wanting to strike a slouchy, nonchalant look. In which case I'd advise rolling up the leg and wearing with a brogue and bare ankle and the zip rakishly undone. Or you could simply store tissues/chocolate/half-eaten Farley's Rusks in them.
The accompanying press release talks quite excitedly of it being the ideal 'luxury in-flight outfit' or clubwear for cool urban types and carries a quote from Cheryl Cole saying, 'This year is all about the jumpsuit!'
In honour of the lovely Cheryl I shall be wearing mine every Saturday and Sunday night between now and Christmas for The X Factor, supine on the sofa, with a big slab of Green & Black's in one of the pockets, the phone handset in the other ready to vote for Matt Cardle. Do I look ridiculous in it? Quite possibly, yes. Do I care? Not really, no. Mind, I will make sure that anyone caught laughing too uproariously, or mentioning Teletubbies, will be getting one off me for Christmas.
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