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                                                                                                               think if we added those, we'd   can  wear  it  for  gardening,
                                                                                                               be close to the size of a small   sleeping,  braaing,  and
                                                                                                               herd.                   thinking  deep  thoughts
                                                                                                                                       about  life  and  rugby
                                                                                                               She stood there shaking her
                                                                                                               head while I tried to explain   selections.  It's  the  working
                                                                                                               that  every  one  of  those  T-  man's robe of reflection.
                                                                                                               shirts tells a story. There's the   I've tried (“not hard enough,”
                                                                                                               faded  Springbok  one  from   Mrs  Lamont  would  say)  to
                                                                                                               the  1995  World  Cup,  the   tidy  up,  to  “rationalise”  my
                                                                                                               grease-stained  one  from   collection. But as soon as I
                                                                                                               fixing  the  old  Victa  mower,   held one up, I remembered
                                                                                                               and  the  blueish  one  with   where I wore it. The collar's
                                                                                                               chlorine bleaches from pool   more holes than cotton now,
                                                                   “When is Too Many                           chemicals. Each shirt carries   but when I pull it on, I swear I
                                                                          Too Many?”                           the smell of the moment, the   can  still  smell  the  summer
             Ons wens die volgende tagtigjariges van harte geluk                                               memory  in  the  fibres.  How   days  and  hear  the  fizz  of  a
             met hul verjaarsdae en wens hulle alles van die beste                                             could I possibly throw them   cold one being opened. How
             vir die toekoms toe:                             I have to confess something:   doesn't  begin  to  cover  it.   away?    do you throw that out? That's
                                                              I'm a sentimental fool when it   Every time I think of it, I want   Of  course,  Mrs.  Lamont   not laundry, that's history.
             We congratulate the following octogenarians on their   comes  to  T-shirts.  I  form   to  write  an  apology  to  my   doesn't buy this sentimental   Mrs. Lamont once said she'd
             birthdays and wish them everything of the best for the   emotional  attachments  to   teenage self, and to any girl   nonsense.  She  says  we   sneak a few into the rag bag
             future:                                          them the way some people   who  might  have  seen  me   could  probably  fund  an   when I wasn't looking. I told
                                                              do  to  pets,  or  old  bakkies   wearing it. But that was the
             Maria Vorster, 83 op 5 Desember                                                                   overseas  holiday  if  I  sold   her if she did, I'd have heavy-
             Judy Herman, 80 op 31 Desember                   that  don't  start  unless  you   start of my lifelong love affair   them  all.  Well,  that   duty railway tracks installed
                                                              talk  nicely  to  them.  I've   with cotton and bad slogans.  suggestion  resulted  in  “no-  at the entry to my wardrobe
                                                              always been a T-shirt kind of   Mrs.  Lamont,  on  the  other   speaks”  for  a  week,  and   so  nothing  could  be
                                                              guy.  The  only  time  I  don't   hand,  views  my  T-shirt   silence  can  be  quite   removed  without  official
                                                              wear one is for weddings and   collection  as  evidence  of   deafening.  In  our  house,   clearance. Since then, we've
                                                              funerals, and even then, I'm   s o m e   u n d i a g n o s e d    silence  is  never  ordinary.  It   reached  a  truce;  she  does
                                                              thinking about which one I'll   condition.  For  years,  she's   comes with cupboard doors   the  washing,  I  do  the
                                                              put  on  the  minute  I  get   been  on  at  me  to  “cull”   being  closed  a  little  too   hoarding,  and  peace  is
                                                              home.
                                                                                      them. That word is sacrilege   firmly, the tea being poured   maintained through mutual
                                                              It all started when I was about   in our house. “Culling” and   with  unnecessary  accuracy,   avoidance  of  the  T-shirt
                                                              fourteen, in East London. My   “T-shirts”  go  together  like   and that quiet look that says,   cupboard.
                                                              mother,  being  a  kind  soul   “diet”  and  “chocolate”,  or   “You  brought  this  on   The truth is, I think men's T-
                                                              and  probably  tired  of  me   “budget  cuts”  and  “Barkly   yourself,  Logan.”  It's   shirts are like tree rings. You
                                                              growing out of school shirts,   Municipality.”  They  just   amazing how a house can be   can read our lives in them.
                                                              said  I  could  pick  one   shouldn't appear in the same   filled  with  so  much  noise,   There's the beer-spill era, the
                                                              “fashionable”  T-shirt  from   sentence.         even when nobody's talking.   DIY phase, the sports years,
                                                              one of those new shops that   The other day, to prove her   By the end of it, I was almost   the  fatherhood  stretch
                                                              sold things with pictures and   point, she decided to count   ready  to  sacrifice  the  ones   (usually  with  handprints  of
                                                              words on the front. I felt like   them.  One  hundred  and   with holes under both arms -   tomato  sauce  somewhere
                                                              James Dean.                                      almost.                 near  the  waist),  and  finally
                                                                                      thirty-seven. And that wasn't
                                                              I still remember that shirt as   even  all  of  them.  That  was   There's  something  com-  the retirement period, when
                                                              if it were hanging in front of   just  the  visible  population,   forting about an old T-shirt.   all shirts become “good for
                                                              me.  Across  the  chest,  in   not the ones in the laundry   It never judges your shape, it   pottering around.”
                                                              fluorescent  pink  letters,  it   basket, on the washing line,   doesn't care if you've put on   So  yes,  I'm  a  T-shirt  man,
                                                              said: “If love is for the birds,   or hiding in the ironing pile   a  few  kilos,  and  it  still  fits   born and stitched that way. I
                                                              I'm  a  vulture.”  Cringe   like  endangered  species.  I   when nothing else does. You   can't  promise  to  cull,  but  I
                                                                                                                                       might  consider  rotation,  or
                                                                                                                                       perhaps  a  museum.  Until
                                                                                                                                       then, 137 and counting, and
                                                                                                                                       that's not including the one
                                                                                                                                       I'm  wearing  now,  which,  as
                                                                                                                                       Mrs.  Lamont  pointed  out,
                                                                                                                                       says “Still got it” across the
                                                                                                                                       chest.  I'm  not  sure  about
                                                                                                                                       that,  but  I'm  holding  onto
                                                                                                                                       both  the  shirt  and  the
                                                                                                                                       attitude.  Because  you  can
                                                                                                                                       take the man out of the T-
                                                                                                                                       shirt, but you'll never take the
                                                                                                                                       T-shirt out of the man.
                                                                                             7:40pm                                    Now  that  I've  laid  my  soul
                                                                                                                                       bare, I may as well wave the
              The Reporter which is registered at the Post Office as                                                                   flag  proudly.  “Viva  la  T-
                                                                                                                                       shirt.”
              a  newspaper  is  printed  and  published  by  the
              proprietors,  Barkly  East  Reporter  cc  (Reg  No.                           5:10pm                                     By Logan Lamont
              2002/024771/23) at 28 Greyvenstein Street, Barkly
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