In Praise of Cardigans

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Once a Wheeler

…always a wheeler
Nothing like a zip-up cardigan — and the Aussis do them best:
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Pockets for stuff, zip down and make full use of your shirt breast-pockets — glasses, pens, notebooks, rulers and all the other daily essentials. Shut out the dank and the dreary and when the blues hit just look in the mirror and live again. Nothing like 'em!
 

All uphill

Still rolling along
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I might get a cardigan when I'm old.. Until then, a zip-up fleece will do.

You'll never be that old, Pete, even if you live to be 100.
Nothing like a zip-up cardigan — and the Aussis do them best:
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Pockets for stuff, zip down and make full use of your shirt breast-pockets — glasses, pens, notebooks, rulers and all the other daily essentials. Shut out the dank and the dreary and when the blues hit just look in the mirror and live again. Nothing like 'em!

Hmmmm.

Zip, not leather buttons.
Colourful, not beige.


I almost like it.
 

SpokeyDokey

68, & my GP says I will officially be old at 70!
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Nothing like a zip-up cardigan — and the Aussis do them best:
View attachment 760359
Pockets for stuff, zip down and make full use of your shirt breast-pockets — glasses, pens, notebooks, rulers and all the other daily essentials. Shut out the dank and the dreary and when the blues hit just look in the mirror and live again. Nothing like 'em!

That looks pretty cool on what is a decent looking, young-ish guy in good shape.

Outside of that...
 

kynikos

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I think the Cardigan most deserving of praise is James Thomas Brudenell, Seventh Earl of Cardigan (1797-1868).

After joining the Army in 1824, aged 27, he rose quickly and was appointed a Lieutenant-Colonel of the 11th Hussars in 1836. The so-called 'Black Bottle' affair in May 1840, when he ordered under arrest one of his officers for placing bottled wine on the mess table rather than having it decanted, became a cause celebre.

He followed it up by challenging to a duel and wounding another officer who had written critically on the affair to the newspapers. Cardigan was tried for attempted murder before the House of Lords only to be acquitted on a technicality. In the years that followed Cardigan was able to escape the same degree of public scrutiny and was promoted major-general on 20 June 1854, but the events of the Crimean War (1854-1856) were dramatically to restore him to the headlines.

I think he also played Bass.
 

All uphill

Still rolling along
Location
Somerset
I think the Cardigan most deserving of praise is James Thomas Brudenell, Seventh Earl of Cardigan (1797-1868).

After joining the Army in 1824, aged 27, he rose quickly and was appointed a Lieutenant-Colonel of the 11th Hussars in 1836. The so-called 'Black Bottle' affair in May 1840, when he ordered under arrest one of his officers for placing bottled wine on the mess table rather than having it decanted, became a cause celebre.

He followed it up by challenging to a duel and wounding another officer who had written critically on the affair to the newspapers. Cardigan was tried for attempted murder before the House of Lords only to be acquitted on a technicality. In the years that followed Cardigan was able to escape the same degree of public scrutiny and was promoted major-general on 20 June 1854, but the events of the Crimean War (1854-1856) were dramatically to restore him to the headlines.

I think he also played Bass.

All I know about him I learned from the Harry Flashman books, so thanks for another view.
 
This talk of grimy hats reminds me of another fad of mine, back in the day.
In my late teens I got myself an old Triumph Thunderbird, already modded a fair bit, and with high rise bars. Though of myself as the Fonz of old Reading town. Anyways, had the leather bikers jacket, and the denim waistcoat type thing on top to complete the look. Said waistcoat had accumulated all sorts of patina over time - beer, oil, blood etc.
One day my mum decided it needed a good wash, and all that hard fought grime was gone, I was gutted, but I'm over it now.
 

a.twiddler

Veteran
I've been a motorcyclist ever since I was sixteen, and I had an old leather jacket which I'd had for years. Mrs T never liked it. In the early years of my marriage to Mrs T I came home from work one day to be told that she'd chucked it in the bin and cut my badges off it. I opened the hangar doors and wheeled out some expletives reserved for special occasions (I was never one for swearing) resulting in her not speaking to me for a week or so, as if I was the villain of the piece. The jacket was, of course, ruined though I still had the badges. When I look back, that easily could have been the point when she became the ex Mrs T, or a Brookside moment when I suddenly developed an interest in building a patio.

I've been told I'm too forbearing. I just reply, well, isn't it the quiet ones you have to watch out for?
 
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Drago

Drago

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It's cold, dank and horrible today. Perfect cardigan weather.
 
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