Okay. So now I have a belt. I had to go outside to get one. I must look so odd to all those people out there. I'm in the same supermarket clothes as they are but just in a configuration they're not used to seeing. Baggy jeans, maroon skivvy and converses. I wear my jacket as usual and I've got no hair. My shoes are shot to shit so I walk forward in a well intentioned wobble. I know I need a change in wardrobe, but fuck it. who's got time for that? In the op shop they only had women's belts. I tried a couple of the less gender-styled ones but they were all too small. Had a look at the books and I got a collection of Ibsen plays, 1984 (never had it) and something called the king in yellow. I figure the reason they never had any men's belts is because when a guy has a belt he wears it until it dies. Just like I've done. Women change belts about, get sick of them and wear them as accessories. A man would never do that. Look at me, I'm a generalising observation comic. Give me a sitcom! Ended up getting a belt at the Fossey's. It was too big. My waist is too small for a man's belt and too thin for a woman's. I think I need to start a new line of 'girly man's clothes'. I know I'd have at least one customer. I had to punch a hole in it. I now have a belt.