greatcoats

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The problem with reading Regency fiction -- or pseudo-Regency fiction, or fiction set in a period vaguely similar to the Regency if the Stuarts had kept the throne rather than the Hanovers taking over, and if there was magic, and, well, you get the idea . . . is that one occasionally imagines a slight blur of costume into other things that are around the place. Not generally female costume -- they're pretty but never quite caught my eye. But the male costumes, ah, those lovely, lovely clothes. Those elegantly cut breeches, the stockings, the boots (yes, I know they hide the stockings, your point?), the shirts, the ruffles, the cuffs, the jackets, and oh, the greatcoats.

I am a bear of very little brain, and at the moment, most of said brain is visualising a rainswept day all set about with dark trees at intervals along the road, and Dr Syn, and Sir Percy Blakeney, and gentlemen who know how to wear a greatcoat and shoot a pistol.

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"Bother," said Pooh, as the tentacles rose from the pool. "I should never have worn this sailor suit."

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ahhhhhhhh!

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"Bother," said Pooh, as the tentacles rose from the pool. "I should never have worn this sailor suit."

I am very glad I no longer have a stuffed Pooh on my bed. Especially since I do have a plush Cthulhu. This is just wrong! ^_^

Re: ahhhhhhhh!

[incandescens]

A quote from another friend. It still makes me snicker.

Re: greatcoats

[(Anonymous)]

To which I can add nothing, except O! the greatcoats. Yes, I can understand this weakness for greatcoats, coats that reach the ankles and with shoulder capes!

-- Chrisber