No.151

Continued from Deck-Out No.150. Like a menswear Goldilocks, he was hoping his third attempt would be just right. Third time’s a charm and all that. Jumping off the tram yet again, he was starting to feel a bit Phil Connors. But there wasn’t time for film references. He had things to do. To his delight, the streets were empty. No bored policemen. No angry football fans. This time it would be a breeze. He walked round the corner only to be greeted by a cloud of blue powder heading straight for him. He looked up and, to his dismay, powder of every colour imaginable was soon all over his white Lee jeans. It was Holi, of course, and our man had unwittingly wandered straight into the main event. He ran home, locked the door, put his Beams gym pants on and turned on the TV.