Working in TV I found you could get away with anything if you wore a high vis tabard and a photocopied BBC pass.
I did a 1 week school placement at BBC Caversham Park and was given a hi-vis vest and a clipboard. It both made me invisible and gave me superpowers. I was meant to help check guests badges and passes but didn’t know who actually worked there so just walked up to everyone and asked for their pass, took it to the office, photocopied it and handed it back. At the end of the week I had pretty much all the staff badges photocopied in the box of papers I took home. I think it was still classified as a listening station at the time too so probably not a great bit of security.
You could strike up conversations about popular music with young people by wearing a band t-shirt. Something people listen to nowadays like The Fall, or The Smiths.
You could strike up conversations about popular music with young people by wearing a band t-shirt. Something people listen to nowadays like The Fall, or The Smiths.
My kids listen to the Smiths …. well 2 out of 4 anyway
I thought this thread was going to be about a certain type of young that rides down the street at night pulling wheelies while smoking and talking on the phone at the same time. Black balaclavas and hoodies a must.
I’ve said this for ages, along with boots, a nondescript blue fleece and a folder or clipboard. I’d need something like that to cover up all my tattoos! Oh, and a black beanie to cover up my mainly stubble covered head!
I was a fairly early fatbike adopter, this thread brings to mind my early rides on it.
First time out was a shakedown run out of the village, alongside the road a bit, then the relatively busy river track.
I remember thinking that this must be what it’s like to be a really good looking woman as everyone looked my way and did a double take.
I made the mistake of taking it to some organised ride thing with the kids with a couple of hundred folk and the amount of attention it attracted just became irritating.
So, wear high Vis, but not on a cartoonish bicycle!
Go grey
Have a few wrinkles
Start receding
Grow a (grey) beard
Wear jeans, trainers and a t shirt
The main fail there is the last point. If you’re in (reasonable) shape, dress a bit better, and have a confident (without being overbearing) attitude, you’ll still be checked out by women of around your age. You’ll be invisible to the 18 year olds, but TBH unless you’re a Prince Andrew weirdo that’s not something to be too concerned about…
As BWD says above, try being a woman.
A woman over the age of 55ish is just not seen or heard. We are completely invisible. Once our looks have gone and the body is sagging we are non-existent beings. Talked over, not taken seriously when talking to ‘some’ builders or dealing with male dominated trades, ignored in queues at bars, in pubs etc. I could waffle on for hours.
A few years ago when office attire was a suit, shirt and tie and office hours were 9 to 5:30 a colleague used to keep a bunch of files in his car so when he was late (often) he would leave his jacket, stick a couple of files under his arm and wander in, as if he’d been there for hours.
not taken seriously when talking to ‘some’ builders or dealing with male dominated trades, ignored in queues at bars, in pubs etc. I could waffle on for hours.
Sorry dear, were you saying something?
Invisible? Can anyone even see the paintings in this photo because the people walking by certainly didn’t.
Or another opposite. Stand outside a retro cycling clothing retailers in Llangollen. Shop not open until Tomorrow. Owner spots a middle aged cyclist gawping at gear, comes out and asks you to come in, even though he’s busy restocking.
For me it’s simply sit down at a table in a restaurant. Works every time. There can be swarms of waiters in the general vicinity, but I am stuck in some kind of vortex that makes me invisible to all of them. I’m used to it now and at the least make sure I get the drinks order in when being seated so I don’t die of thirst in the meantime