I'm not a weirdo...honest

I'm odd. I've been told many a time in my professional life that i'm 'traditional', 'old-fashioned' or just plan 'weird'.

Truth be told I am a little odd but i'm not a weirdo. Weird is hanging around bus stops talking to yourself, swearing at passers-by with a frightening glint in your eye and just a touch of drool dripping form your chin.

I'm odd because I like the past. I'd rather be there than here. I use plenty of old fashioned objects in my life.
Example: I went hiking up Helvellyn some weeks ago and passed so many wheeze-bags dressed in skin-tight synthetics - literally head to toe in the latest branded, shiny, moob-hugging lycra...
I went up there in my leather boots, heavy cotton trousers and my WW2 submariners sweater. I must say, I did cut a dashing figure...spiffing, even.

I like the past so much, I try to live it. I re-enact British and Canadian WW2 infantry at weekends and on my days off. Make of that what you will but I enjoy it and it's fairly harmless. Unlike the real thing, of course.

I should take this opportunity to mention that my girlfriend hates it. Almost as much as she dislikes me, personally.

For anybody who gives a toss i'll tell you why later.