27.11.16

Sizing
23 Aug 2015
By 
SW Wiltshire
" I am a 46" chest (un-expanded), this jacket (XL) is supposedly 48" chest, but if worn with a fleece sweatshirt it is very tight under the arms, and very little surplus room all over.
It is also quite short in the body if, like me, you have short(ish) legs and a long(ish) back.
It does not appear to be available in a size XXL, which may be a better fit for the 'more mature' worker.
When working outside, or in an unheated workshop, a more generous sizing to allow for 'layers' would be very beneficial...
Overall a good product at a reasonable price, but it needs to be available for the 'larger' man... "

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23.11.16



cheers rich






























16.11.16


Viel Zeug liegt herum, das ganze Zimmer ist bedeckt. Oft gewaschenes, bezeichnetes Leinen; zerrissene, mit Indigo gefärbte Baumwolle; eine Skulptur mit dem Titel Light and Fluffy Sea Eel; gekochte Alpakawolle; Seeschnecken als Zeichen für ein verschlossenes Herz; altes Frottee; weicher Wollstrickjersey, olivgrünes Polyester und als durchsichtiger Snack: ein Teller, auf dem abwechselnd ungekochte Crevetten und Weintrauben angeordnet sind. Ein Flyer über die Ausstellung Cool and Breezy, Werke, die kühlende Gefühle an heißen Sommertagen auslösen; Gemälde mit Figuren, deren Kleidung im Wind flattert, spritzendes Wasser und Steinzeug mit Seladonglasur.
A lot of stuff is lying around; the whole room is covered. Drawn on often washed linen, ripped indigo colored cotton; a sculpture titled Light and Fluffy Sea Eel; boiled alpaca wool and sea snails as a sign of a withdrawn heart. Old terrycloth; a silky, woolen jersey; olive polyester and like a transparent snack: an alternating assortment of raw prawns and grapes on a plate. A flyer about the exhibition Cool and Breezy. Artworks conjuring a sense of cool respite on hot summer days. Figures in paintings whose garments flutter in the wind, splashing sprays of water and celadon glazed stoneware.
Text: Fabian Leitgeb

OSLO1O
Oslostrasse 10
4142 Münchenstein
Switzerland

15.11.16



Every town
Has its ups and down
Sometime ups
Outnumber the downs 
But not in Nottingham

I'm inclined to believe
If we weren't so down
We'd up and leave 
We'd up and fly if we had wings for flyin'
Can't you see the tears we're cryin'?
Can't there be some happiness for me?
Not in Nottingham
Panopticon; Or, the Inspection House: Containing the Idea of a New Principle of Construction Applicable to Any Sort of Establishment, in Which Persons of Any Description Are to be Kept Under Inspection; and in Particular to Penitentiary-Houses, Prisons, Work-Houses, Poor-Houses, Lazarettos, Manufactories, Hospitals, Mad-Houses, and Schools: With a Plan of Management Adapted to the Principle: In a Series of Letters, Written in the Year 1787, from Crecheff in White Russia, to a Friend in England.
(It was the 18th century.  Long titles were trendy.)


 1750 under the nom de plume Whimsey Banter.
Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: 
Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; 
A breath can make them, as a breath has made; 
But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, 
When once destroyed, can never be supplied. 
[...]Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen who survey 
The rich man's joys encrease, the poor's decay, 
'Tis yours to judge, how wide the limits stand 
Between a splendid and a happy land. 
Proud swells the tide with loads of freighted ore, 
And shouting Folly hails them from her shore; 
Hoards even beyond the miser's wish abound, 
And rich men flock from all the world around. 
Yet count our gains. This wealth is but a name 
That leaves our useful products still the same. 
Not so the loss. The man of wealth and pride 
Takes up a space that many poor supplied; 
Space for his lake, his park's extended bounds, 
Space for his horses, equipage, and hounds: 
The robe that wraps his limbs in silken sloth, 
Has robbed the neighbouring fields of half their growth; 
His seat, where solitary sports are seen, 
Indignant spurns the cottage from the green: 
Around the world each needful product flies, 
For all the luxuries the world supplies. [...]


[...]Where then, ah where, shall poverty reside, 
To scape the pressure of contiguous pride? 
If to some common's fenceless limits strayed, 
He drives his flock to pick the scanty blade, 
Those fenceless fields the sons of wealth divide, 
And ev'n the bare-worn common is denied. 
If to the city sped—What waits him there? 
To see profusion that he must not share; 
To see ten thousand baneful arts combined 
To pamper luxury, and thin mankind; 
To see those joys the sons of pleasure know, 
Extorted from his fellow-creature's woe.[...]

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