British Style-NOT

 For family only - I decided this was too snarky otherwise!

The last real British Style was in the mid-Sixties when Carnaby Street held fashion sense over the world.  Today, not so much. In our three days here in Southampton we have seen some pretty hideously dressed Brits. Perhaps they are all dressing down for the long holiday weekend, but methinks this is a permanent mindset of style. In a restaurant last night we saw the complete mix of styles.  Overweight men wearing shorts, sandals with socks, and shirts that perhaps fit them five years ago. There was a trio of young women that were actually dressed up but still looked like five-dollar hookers in heels. One of them, the largest, had on what I can only call a peek-a-boo dress whose sides were cut out to revel her love-handles and her ample bosom was spilling out of the low-cut top. It was so distracting that you could almost miss the tattoos that seemed to be everywhere on her torso.  The three of them walked in as though they were teenagers wearing heels for the first time. 

There seems to be no end to the concept of dressing for comfort, which when done well is a great idea. However we have surmised that since Brexit took place it is impossible for the Brits to import mirrors thus accounting for how they leave their homes looking like either slobs, tramps or wannabe porn stars.

The only time we saw any real sense of style was last night as we returned to our hotel. We could not help but notice the two women outside the hotel waiting for a taxi. They were impeccably dressed in beautifully tailored dresses with matching bags and shoes, perfectly coiffed and makeup that was elegant. Their posture was perfect and they actually looked comfortable and natural in their heels. It wasn’t until we were a bit closer and heard them talking that we realized they were transvestites!  I think that sums things up nicely!