You’re never going out looking like that?

Even dressed in a suit he looks like a sack of S**T , so no different when he is casual.

He dresses to suit his hair.
Works well.

Oh, poor old Boris, leave him alone.

Judging by his startled expression, he wasn’t expecting a photographer to be lurking.

The orange socks are ghastly though.

Rosie1959

Thank you for your post, it brought back so many memories as that was my attire down to a T! My lovely Dad even asked me if I was a lesbian once because he couldn’t understand why female would dress such a way. So funny

62Granny

Even dressed in a suit he looks like a sack of S**T , so no different when he is casual.

Why does it bother you so much?

If a man cannot look good in a suit, he cannot look good in anything and BJ certainly proves that point. He clearly has no concern whatsoever for his appearance, has anyone ever seen him look smart and groomed in anything ? When he was photographed with other politicians who looked immaculately groomed, BJ always looked like Benny Hill ! If he can’t be bothered to sort himself out, what hope did anyone have in him sorting the mess our country is in !

For goodness sake - he's walking the dog! Going into town I sometimes can't believe my eyes at the clothes some young people 'almost' wear! Two tonners in tight fitting leggings or pelmets over far too much fat.
I am not fat shaming, just cover it up!

I remember going to my son’s parents evening when he was about 12. As I came downstairs he said totally seriously “you’re not going dressed like that you look like a punk rocker” Think it was because I had a bright jacket on. And probably spiky hair. But I was only 30 after all. He never let me forget it. He has recently died and I’m trying to find a similar jacket for his memorial service. We will know 😢❤️

My parents were full of objections to my 60s/70s clothes. Short skirts, maxi skirts, platform soles, cheesecloth blouses, Afghan coat + white lipstick and collapsible white pvc boots, couldn't do anything right. In retrospect they may have had a few good arguments but I've no regrets to my ignoring them.

I had a rather old but good quality fur coat I was going to wear to my grandmother’s third wedding in a church . I wasn’t allowed to because it was old ( my only alternative was a leather jacket I hadn’t brought with me ). I had to wear my grandmothers old coat and to make it worse my sister and I had to squash into the back of my cousin’s tiny MG . His cousin was sat in a seat with a rabbit skin coat - nowhere near the quality of my old fur that cost about £1 from the Darlington Oxfam shop . 🙃

What you wear only reflects on yourself so why worry what anyone else might think

My lovely Dad used to tell me I'd get arrested for indecent exposure my skirts were so short.Mum always told him it was the fashion ,and you're as well dead as out of fashion at that age .She was a girl whose dad,a bespoke tailor ,would hand sew an outfit for her overnight so she was the first to have it in her friend group .
She loved her fashion/style until the day she died ,always encouraged the kids to be adventurous in what they wore.
I think its the only thing I'm like her in,I love clothes .

A while ago, I had an allergy to some meds I’d been prescribed. I came out in scarlet blotches which over the next week or two faded first to purple then to blue. During the blue phase I was hanging out washing when my neighbour peered at me over the garden wall. ‘You’re not thinking of going anywhere like that, are you?’ Said he, gallantly - not.

BJ seems not to care what he looks like. If he does care, he must spend a lot of time feeling disappointed! He seems to be a build and shape that would provide a really severe challenge for any clothes - and he is only walking the dog.

My dad's favourite was, "That's not a skirt! It's a pelmet!"

pelmet - a narrow border of cloth...

Siope

He’s an adult. Why on earth is what he wears his wife’s responsibility?

I couldn’t care less what he - or anyone, including my husband, children and grandchildren - wears. It doesn’t harm anyone, or affect my life in the slightest.

And I can’t believe that in 2023, anyone believes that what an adult man wears is a matter for his wife to co

31/05/2023 09:31 Siope

Oh for pities sake - must proof read!

31/05/2023 09:39 Jaxjacky

If my husband tried to ‘inspect’ me before I went out he’d get a blunt answer, good grief!

Yes! Both of these! In any case, That's Boris’ style. I quite like the fact that he’s not bothered by fashion 😂😂😂

I'm no fan of Boris but I have no problem with his clothes choices for walking the dog. Seems fine to me.
He could smarten up for formal occasions especially in the hair department but don't really care even about that. I really don't see what Carrie sees in him!

handbaghoarder

I remember going to my son’s parents evening when he was about 12. As I came downstairs he said totally seriously “you’re not going dressed like that you look like a punk rocker” Think it was because I had a bright jacket on. And probably spiky hair. But I was only 30 after all. He never let me forget it. He has recently died and I’m trying to find a similar jacket for his memorial service. We will know 😢❤️

Condolences, handbaghoarder - no one expects to outlive their children.

Good luck finding the right, bright jacket xx

This is hilarious! BJ looks as scruffy as his dog - both need a combing!

Now WHO HASN’T gone out for a quickie something (dressed like Boris or even undressed…) hoping no one will see us picking up the paper on the driveway, carrying out garbage, quick pee for the dog?

Chances are “a gotcha!” 😬 in which case I always laugh and say “I got dressed up just for you!”
Haha
USA Gundy

There’s a wonderful photo on Facebook of a group of young women dressed up to the nines in their miniskirts and platform shoes in around 1970. The caption is: “Remember - these are your grandmothers.” I was a teenager in the very late seventies to the mid eighties so fashions were very different but l still remember my grandmother being shocked that I was wearing jeans to a party (like all my friends).

My parents were quite relaxed about what I wore, thank heavens! I was always conscious of the latest fashions and my mum, remembering her own youth, was all for it. It was my Dad who was the embarrassment at times being if a decidedly alternative’ style! A beard when few men wore them, flared jeans which didn’t suit him and longer hair than most people his age. He was fun though and my friends envied me, as many of their own fathers were far more uptight about appearing as ‘respectable’ Mr Average. So I got off lightly really and have always tried to be non judgemental in what my children wore. Luckily they didn’t test me too much although I used to be concerned about my girls breaking their necks given the height of their heels!

I wish my mum had told me ‘you can’t go out looking like that!’ I thought I looked so cool in my embroidered flares, red and yellow plastic platform soles and pleated smock. Not forgetting the false eyelashes and purple and orange nail varnish. I was about 15 at the time and going to local dances.

Fashions were changing so fast in the 60s and 70s. i wore the tiniest mini skirts which would just about fit on one of my thighs now! 🤣🤣. I wore hot pants in various colours and materials. PVC boots which we called wet look, over the knee pink suede boots, maxi coats over my mini skirts. Skinny rib jumpers, grandad shirts, loon pants, cheesecloth smocks, platform shoes, i wore jeans with frayed bottoms over hand decorated plimsoles.

I worked part time from the age of 12 so always had a bit of money to spend on fashion. One of the shops I worked in sold clothes and tights by Mary Quant and I got good discount. I have kept just one item - a tiny button fronted patchwork mini skirt which I absolutely adored. It was a designer make but I can’t get to it to check as it’s in the loft.

Skyblue2

I wish my mum had told me ‘you can’t go out looking like that!’ I thought I looked so cool in my embroidered flares, red and yellow plastic platform soles and pleated smock. Not forgetting the false eyelashes and purple and orange nail varnish. I was about 15 at the time and going to local dances.

Bet you looked great!!

I got married in 1970 . My wedding dress of choice was a black embroidered long Indian dress. I was a bit of a hippy in those days.

My mother took one look at me and exclaimed (you’re not getting married in black, are you?).

I was pregnant with my son at the time, but even if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have fancied a white dress,