avedwards said:I can always claim it's a bullet hole to show how tough I am. It was rude but that was not the worst experience I had in London (came accross a drug den where I ignored the temtation to question and frighten the people faking being a PI).
avedwards said:Strange title, but let me explain.
Last week I was in Oxford Street in London. I was wearing a grey Stetson Chatham with a brown leather jacket in the same vague shape as an A2. I was trying to look smart enough for the concert I was attending later, trying to copy an old look and not look like Indy, hence grey rather than brown fedora.
I walked past a shop with fedoras on sale. As I rarely see hat shops I went in. The hats were all cheap wool ones but the shop also had many leather jackets.
I was looking at one when a shop assisstant came up to me. He claimed that my jacket was fake leather and that he could prove it (I knew 100% that mine was real leather). He touched it with his lighter and it went black where he touched it. He claimed that real leather doesn't burn. He touched his leather jackets with his lighter and there was no result, possibly because his were black and soot wouldn't show up. I looked at his jacket and came to the conclusion that it was plastic and mine was real leather. I then knew that the he was a scammer and not to be trusted. I then asked if he had an A2 jacket. After I described what that was he showed me lots of jackets, none of which were anything like an A2. I then left.
So is it true that real leather does not burn or is that a lie?
And also, where my jacket was heated, it went black and shrank a bit. I stretched it back with my hands but how do I get rid of the black mark?
I'm sixteen (OK a bit young for vintage styles but I like them anyway). I was not going around the seedy parts of London, the place happened to be right by a public car park so I couldn't help noticing it. And I did not go in or anything, I avoid these sort of places.Wil Tam said:not to be rude ... but how old are you?!
Strangely enough a shop in Oxford Street, which I though would have been a more respectable area.Twit said:Where on earth did this take place? I know a far few iffy places across london as I work there every day, but I have never heard anything like that!! Really strange!!
avedwards said:I'm sixteen
avedwards said:I'm sixteen (OK a bit young for vintage styles but I like them anyway). I was not going around the seedy parts of London, the place happened to be right by a public car park so I couldn't help noticing it. And I did not go in or anything, I avoid these sort of places.
avedwards said:I'm sixteen (OK a bit young for vintage styles but I like them anyway).
This place wasn't seedy, it just looked like a shop selling cheap hats and some other cheap clothing. I didn't have a bad feeling then, I went in because I wanted to pass time while waiting for other shops to open (it was Sunday morning).Carlisle Blues said:AV I hadn't realized you were 16. Maybe a little perspective is in order. This could be a learning experience; for example listen to your instincts. It appears you had a sense that this place was seedy.