In the bag....

I like many men are presented with the dilemma of how to schlep our tools of the trade around without having are pockets stuffed to the brim which results in a struggle and a sweat (not the sweats of the meat kind, but the sweats of sheer frustration and annoyance) desperately searching for that item that has successfully managed to not only find its way to the bottom of the pile of junk you have collected over the day, but mysteriously teleported itself to another pocket. Irritating, Yes! However, these bits and bobs have a far more infuriating (almost deadly) weapon of mass frustration, whhose weight causes the saggy pant. The solution comes in the form of the "Man bag" (the very word gives me the shivers). That which we do not speak of comes in a variety of disguises all of whom put Joey Tribbiani's metrosexual faux pas to shame. Messenger bags, record bags, satchels, courier packs, laptop cases and weekenders have been reworked to provide the man with a solution to us hoarders. My solution comes in the form of my brown leather vintage briefcase, Important paper documents may be absent but It serves its purpose.