Moving up to Extra Large.

During my occasional bouts of weightraining I am often accused of looking gay. After careful consideration I have attributed this to the fact that I continue to wear t-shirts which have become too small while I 'beef-up'. Tight clothing is definately not cool, not on a heterosexual male anyway, so in order to eradicate this problem I have ditched my suddenly miniscule looking tops and took a quick trip down the shops to stock up on Extra Large.

This required quite an extensive psychological shift. I remember once being a Medium and the move up to Large was a vague and not particularly successful one. On examining my previous clobber on its short journey from drawer to dustbin I found that there were plenty of Medium in amongst the Large. No wonder I looked a bit of a Nancy, I've never been one to linger in front of a mirror and simply didn't notice. Generally, no-one wants to move up a size in clothing... unless you're a spotty seven stone schoolboy, beside which, when I was a Medium (in another aeon) Extra Large seemed massive.

Always reluctant to throw anything re-usable away, I would have rathered give my unwanted clothing - some of which had never been worn - to a good cause, but there are no charity shops in Poland and recycling is yet to take hold.