I've always been fascinated by leather.
This (latent) facoination wasn't helped by an enocunter with a guy several years ago who who invited me to come with him to a leather club, changed into leather chaps and dragged me off into a corner. Head explodes.
R has never been convinced by gratuitous purchases and was resistant to my attempts to introduce leather kit into our relationship and house what looks like abandoned horse tackle. Dressing up with a two hundred quid price tag? Bugger off.
Things reached a head one weekend when we decided to visit aforementioned club. Bypassing the queue to change and wearing black jeans and boots we thought we'd blag it with a black bin bag tucked between our legs holding our t-shirts and coats..
Nightmare
The rage from the other (dressed up) punters was palpable. The bag ripped spilling clothes onto the floor and we scurried off into the night. Key learning points - never attend a leather night in a leather club in a pair of dark blue Gap jeans. R hissed that he would never go back - that lasted approximately three weeks.
