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Roy Big Bro 2 - aka Roy World Tour Round 2


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I've got to say I'm really enjoying the fit. Very comfortable but not sloppy. The rise is higher than anything I own, but weirdly, neither feels nor looks it. I only know it when I do my belt up and am looking for an extra notch.

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So, it's been over a week now and I'm super impressed with the Roys. I'm thinking they are probably the finest jeans that I will never own, so I'm truly happy to have kicked off this tour and very excited to see the end result in 12-18 months time. It's taken me a while to get the double cuff right because these are at least 2 inchhes too long for me, but they sit nicely now and the leg opening is the perfect width to suit all the footwear I own, without ever looking out of place. I will take some pics in due course, but don't want to use all my material in one go ;-) .

 

Anyway, the tour is all about the pics, and I've noticed that food porn seems to feature high in the post count of many tour thread pics, so here's a pic of my breakfast. This is peasant food at it's finest. This is the true english breakfast. This is to the English, what the croissant is to the French, the Espresso to the Italian, and the pancake to the American. Ladies and gentlemen I give you:

 

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If you don't already know it, people will tell you that Marmite is something that you either love or hate, and this is true up to a point. But the thing is, you love it if you are human and have a poetry in your heart and the essence of life coursing through your veins. You only hate it if you are an unthinking, unfeeling automaton. This post may prove divisive amongst the Marmite cognoscenti, and I may be chastised for my extreme views, and the possible overlooking of the 'Full English' as the true 'english breakfast', but let me tell you my overseas friends, until you have tasted a slice of warm, buttered Marmite on toast, and sipped a cup of hot, stewed builders tea, whilst looking out on a grey overcast day, you have not truly experienced England.

 

Edit: England, my England  (cue Jerusalem)

 

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^ construction really does surpass everything I've ever seen. There's not a wonky stitch to be found on these and everything seems to incredibly thorough and thought through. Even the overlock on the non selvedge seam is the neatest job I've seen. The rivets on these look unusual but they are actually normal (hidden) rivets as far as I can tell, just reversed, and they look so cool.

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haha marmite, I concur this is peasant food, indeed! I try and eat everything people offers me when I travel, but man marmite is high and alone in my hate list. good job on the updates though, truly enjoyable to read my friend.

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^nobody is perfect Volvo. I forgive you for your near blasphemy. I've heard it said that you should try something at least 8 times before you truly decide that you hate it. My guess is that you have at least 6 more tries before you can officially consign marmite to the bonfire pile of hate?

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^nobody is perfect Volvo. I forgive you for your near blasphemy. I've heard it said that you should try something at least 8 times before you truly decide that you hate it. My guess is that you have at least 6 more tries before you can officially consign marmite to the bonfire pile of hate?

I've lived in Ireland for a couple years. As you may know peasant land is full of Marmite lovers as well.

Peasants share with colonial masters much more things than they care to admit. I had it more than 8 times for sure!

Don't think Marmite can be considered an acquired taste like black coffee, bitter chocolate and cigars. To compare such delightful things with heathen spread seems quite unacceptable for me!

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^ then I stand corrected Volvo. You've served your time and paid your penance. I won't force any more marmite down your neck ;-)

Red dragon, we have a pot of vegemite in our cupboard too and it doesn't see much action. At the risk of sounding poncey marmite is much less grainy than vegemite. If you think of marmite as being like fresh pure clear honey, vegemite is clear honey that's got a bit old, hazy and crystallised. Flavour is slightly different too I would say.

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Completely accept that we are all different and that some don't like marmite and I'm totally ok with those of you that don't being wrong, but I have a problem with the word order some of you are using. When constructing a sentence the word Marmite always comes before the word vegemite.. always. Basic grammar people.

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Wise word.

Will be visiting the land of down under real soon. I heard that vegemite + honey = piece of heaven on earth, we shall see.

no Aussie in their right mind would endorse this combination! your source probably mentioned it in the same breath as Drop Bears. Which happen to be real.

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OK I think that's more than enough controversy for one thread. Let's move on from Marmite / Vegemite before we descend into another Tanuki style virtual fist fight. That wouldn't be pretty and we're all grown ups here right?? So I was saying that these have a really quite versatile opening width, which sounds, to my ears at least, like one of the most inane and trivial things I've ever said, but there you go. Here they are with a variety of shoes / boots from formal(ish) to scruffy, in no particular order...

 

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So, apropos of nothing at all, work for me (or at least the office when I'm required to go there) is about a 70 mile / 110km drive on motorway, or a 95km / 55(ish) mile drive cross country. This time of year that means leaving home long before the sun comes up and getting home long after it's set. I don't mind, I'm an early riser and I love a good sunrise, and this morning, a crisp -4 degrees persuaded me to take the cross country route as it promised some lovely vistas. The route takes me through the North Essex countryside, past Newmarket in Suffolk, and into Cambridgeshire and the fens. I wasn't disappointed, and I stopped enough times to make me 30 minutes late. Still, you only live once. These are all crappy iPhone pics, and I've tried to keep filtering / colour correction to an absolute minimum. Hope you like these, even though the only thing that they have to do with the Roys is that I was wearing them when the pics were taken.

 

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So on friday I was back in london visiting a couple of customers, but I managed to make a little time for me. I had a prawn sandwich for lunch. It wasn't really worth a photo, but I ended up in Spitalfields, and since Paul T has recently done an epic post about that area in the TCB tour thread, I thought I'd post some pics from a more (in)famous part of the same(ish) part of London village. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you.... Brick Lane (and environs)

 

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I also managed to pick up a new toy. I've been hankering after getting back into film photography recently and through sheer chance, a beauty of a camera body landed in my hands on permanent loan. So I got myself some glass worthy of such a piece of engineering. In the words of the great PJ Harvey, 'Is this love that I'm feeling?'

 

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Incidentally, I had to do some filthy lab work today so decided not to risk the Roys. In putting back on my TCB 60s, it struck me just how much higher the rise is on the Roys, and in terms of whiskering, what a huge advantage that actually is. The creases are deeply set and although, unphotographable in todays light, they look to be shaping up to be quite epic.

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