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Escapee on aisle 4
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Have you ever seen anyone in a shop in their pyjamas? Well if you'd been in a certain shop in Coventry early this morning you would've seen me there in mine, buying bread and milk. I must have looked like a mental patient, but I don't care!!
This is happening with increasing regularity. Do you think it's a sign I'm getting old? When I was 16 I would barely leave the house without spending an hour doing my hair and putting on some make up.
This is happening with increasing regularity. Do you think it's a sign I'm getting old? When I was 16 I would barely leave the house without spending an hour doing my hair and putting on some make up.
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though. i would contemplate leaving the house in my pyjamas if i owned a pair. alas, i don't actually wear pj's, so would look more than a weirdo wandering round the supermarket in just my knickers.
wouldn't look to bad I don't think lol
with age comes wrinkles and freedom!
i haven't started going into town in my longjohns yet ...
you make me laugh lol but what are longjohns
how can you not know that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
underpants that go from your ankles to your neck to your wrists ...bit like a baby grow.
Wow..and you wear them..
i just burst out laughing then!
in the winter yes of course.
fucking hard winters out here with regular getting snowed in and regular power cuts ...freeeezing!
...and then you stand next to some young guy in the market ...going blue with cold ...shaking ...totaly fucking not dressed for the occasion ...makes me laugh.
i'm like a piece of well wrapped and well insulated central heating system enjoying ...ENJOYING ...a bitter winter.
long live long johns ...i like to see you out on these friggin hills in winter! you'd have technology ...loook at mmmm .mm . m .m.m.m.m my fucking hell it's freezing rolly ...wallpaper on my new phone ...think i'll ring home for a rescue party.
pah ...young city people ...all fucking wiffy and loft insulation.
I've never gone to the shops in my pj's, but I always take my rubbish bin out in my pj's. I got a cheer off the binmen last time. hehe:D
hahahaha... I ain't no city folk lol.
there u go rolly
Arent long johns the ones that are just like trousers?
google long johns and i got that
for fucks sake ...looks like a deflated tellt tubby!
i think they must be so search and rescue can find you.
i've only ever seen white ones.
PMSL
I've been to lectures in pyjama bottoms and jumpers before, and of course that lovely trick of putting a big coat on over PJs and then who's any the wiser!? They're still clothes at the end of the day! I do draw the line at going out in big fluffy slippers or ones shaped like Winnie the Pooh or something...but I see a lot of students walking about campus in them. Suppose students are a law unto themselves though
it's a feeling i treasure but find it hard to explain to those who know nothing of such experiences.
i'm not talking about a day out in the wilderness i'm talking about knowing realy well hundreds of square miles of pure widerness.
in some ways the moors are a wet dessert.
half past six this morning ...i sat on my favourite ridge ...rolled a wee one ...and watched a new day be born ...and born it is!
Sheer poetry mate, makes me wish I wasn't such a slave to my mobile phone :mad:
On a happier (and very off-topic) note, I'm off to the North York Moors tomorrow...well me and hundreds of other people I'd imagine, but lookin forward to it!
Yes, I'm beginning to remind myself of this poem;
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
that is very cool.
those people used to scare the shit out of me when i was little though.....
your preparing well miffy.
you'll be just fine.
It is cool isn't it! I used to be a bit afraid of it when I was a young 'un, and I also used to insist that it smelled funny. Anyway it was so much fun, and I stocked up on "Jorvik Viking Centre" rubbers and keyrings...don't you just love gift shops?