The universe is dangling a coat, made from the clippings of young lamb, but which does not do the job at all. This coat (I'm aware that women, children and perhaps servants may be reading, so will curb my language) is fucking useless. And yet that's all that's on offer. Great big warehouse; one really rubbish coat.
So what do you do? Do you hold out against encroaching autumn for a coat that fits, is warm and flattering, that doubles as a slanket? Or do you go for the tempting but shoddy item that really isn't fit for purpose?
It's ok, I do know the answer. I'm just sick of the universe's weak jokes.
SEND ME A DECENT COAT YOU FUCKING COSMOS