The British summer is pretty consistent in that you can never predict the weather. You leave the house in a T shirt bathed in sunlight only for the clouds to roll in two hours later and have the wind howling up the paper thin leg holes of your perhaps optimistic cargo shorts.
Its at times like this that I start to think that women are on to something. In situations like this my girlfriend will pull out an umbrella and some kind of shawl out of a handbag that must rival the TARDIS for space. The usual male equivalent for me is a backpack. The problem with this is that it is too large. I don’t want to carry a hoofing great backpack when all I need to carry is a small jumper and some small EDC type items. The realisation gradually hit me that I need a man-bag. Continue reading