Deep in hibernation BT rolls over and stumbles upon some steroid induced family entertainment. Surely grown men wrestling in outfits conceived at the Mardi Gras can't sell out an arena built for Olympians?

Wrestlers flying under the WWE banner sure can. On a late Sunday evening, Sydney's Acer Arena was engulfed by young families oozing excitement. Crowding around a boxing ring with more bounce then a trampoline we watched blokes (and some diva's) play wrestle. Even the casual observer would be impressed by the airborne trickery. The pre-bout dialogue, is performed by two beings sharing a single brain cell. Less entertaining then overacting on a community television advertisement.

The mere size of the wrestlers is most impressive. The skyscraper stance of Kane and The Great Khali screams brute force. Though they are out done by The Undertaker. That name has been wrestling for more then 20 years. A crowd favourite with trademark grave yard sound effects. With an apparent ban he was graciously invited back for an non-title fight... who would of guessed. Ring side fans only paid $350 to watch mountains of sweat grope each other. Surely they would understand a The Undertaker no show due to the immediate life ban.

Actually the life ban I just came up with. Anyone can write a WWE storyline, really. Though it was entertaining to watch: Stronger then I'll ever be, diva's pulling each other's hair; Title fighters Batista and Edge pretend hit in the crowd; Lastly, to watch The Undertaker perform a tombstone piledriver. It's still something I wouldn't pay for. Luckily for the sake of my wallet, a friend had free tickets.

Welcome to the relaunch of Bloke Threads (BT). So far beyond Vogue its all about the Threads now.

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The humble hoodie is forcibly taking a going over by the fashion world. The New York Fashion Week has been exposed by overly covered models flaunting the Little Miss Riding Hood look. The autumn G-Star Raw show also had models showing a severe lack of skin with hoodie combinations suitable for North Pole expeditions.

Another street label from the UK, Criminal Damage, has designed a hoodie providing full facial coverage with goggles! It's been dubbed a hooligan's tool. So popular with teenagers politicians are trying to ban it. They do seem somewhat threating. I would give way to Miss Riding Hood wearing a hooligan hoodie if our paths crossed. At least she was being sun smart.

Though it doesn't really bother me but American Apparel (AA) have swallowed a bit of bad press lately. Not long after my post praising AA's graffiti free hoodies founder Dov Charney got flamed. Wearing a sock on his little man and asking a colleague to perform obvious sexual acts caused lawyers to join in on the party. Further reading into Dov suggests the above actions as the natural progression of employer to employee relations within AA. Dov (not sure if this a cool name yet) openly admitted to wearing nothing but AA underwear around the office, calling women derogative terms and possibly end up sleeping with them. Now they have can there fun in public as they play it through the court system.

What else could be wrong with AA? Did you know it will make you look like a fat hooker.

If you have ever bought a T-Shirt online with some sort of custom art work it is likely that the shirt is from American Apparel (AA). They make really cool casual clothes without branding. Bonds would be the Australian equivalent without the focus on underwear. Many a time I have wanted to purchase a top of some sort purely on style. Though not actually making the purchase due to the graffiti like art work. AA have a great range and I plan to make a purchase, some of the hoodies seem a bit pricey though.

I was recently reminded by a post on Manolo for the Men about Pocket Protectors that the more functional clothing is, the less desirable it is. Since the onset of cargo pants, it has been fascinating how designers borrow ideas from existing highly functional clothing. All imaginable pockets have been preconceived from tradesman like industries. Sending the image that the wearer needs the additional pockets to hold tools when they really bang keyboards from nine to five.

If your in the need of additional naval gazing in middle of summer catch the highlights of the Victoria's Secret 2007 fashion show. Which blessed our screens just before Christmas.

Local male underwear producer aussieBum (with dick pointing technology) are sponsoring four blokes to drive from Sydney to Dublin. The Crazy Journey boys bought a second hand hummer and took off on an endless adventure of partying in the hope of spreading the word of youth mental illness. I must be the only one who can not see the relationship between partying and mental illness.

Had a bit of a run in yesterday. My poor little stationary Mazda was violated by a Nissan Path Finder wearing a bullbar the size of Tasmania. Pushing me forward into the rear of the car in front. The Nissan hit me at quite a pace, enough to throw my sun glasses off (a MySpace junkie blogger would post a self taken picture of themselves wearing the glasses in question... I'll hold off the urge).

Now I am getting reacquaint with the every day CityRail commuter. Eventually my daily thought process will be deciding whether to slit my wrists before or after getting onto the train. It's great being virtually legless, especially when I have to be in Wollongong for the weekend.

Isn't it great how polictics pushes fashion. Gorbachev scored work though Louis Vuitton. Australian PM contender Kevin Rudd managed to move a billion pieces of Kevin 07 shirts clocking up $100k in additional campaign budget. Now they are buying a fishing village in India to keep up with demand, as long they vote Labor.

Continuing with shirts, I recently found out about RedBubble. A Melbourne start up hosting an online art community. Where art works can be printed onto shirts. Apart from the two week turn around, the shirts look great.

Lastly I'm still sporting brusies from a recent bucks weekend up in Terrigal. A weekend of firsts, paintball/skirmish on the Friday and golf on the Saturday. Paintball is a great way to prove to yourself that your not as fit as you think you are. Then there is golf. A social way of blowing a nice day in the sun, with beers. I drank enough Pure Blondes to last me till the new year. Why Blondes? The best excuse one of the blokes came up with was the weekend really a health retreat, as Blondies are low in carbohydrates.

Catch a look at me pimping my RedBubble threads.

After six months of pretending to have half a clue about fashion I found myself attending the Rosemount Australian Fashion Week Transeasonal 2008. Luckily for me I manage to tag along with the Vogue Online team. Originally the deal was for me to provide technical support in the media room, but that fell apart. Nonetheless my ticket remained valid.

Although the week is really three days of stretched out shows. The white horse of designers in this event is Alex Perry. Better known for wearing sunglasses on his shinny head day or night. Prior to shows, people have drinks. A lot of them. Unfortunately the bar at the OPT was only serving two types of beer: light and the golden bottle of Australia's worst beer, Crown Lager. I was thirsty and not driving oneself home so I stuck to no bodies mate Crown Lager.

The Vogue posse managed to answer my fashion victim questions whilst glancing at lovely long legs and familiar faces. Sophie Falkiner was lapping it up for the camera and Lil John got rejected enticing local girls to a private party.

Lining up the for Perry show we pass the publicity photo booth where celebrities line up to be blinded by camera flashes. It's interesting that they line up. The likes of John Steffensen and Lizzy Lovette file in like cattle waiting to be prodded. Next I find my reserved seat in the fourth row of five.

Obviously the front rows either side of the catwalk are full of apparent celebrities. Including line drawer Michelle Leslie, David Jones good girl Megan Gale and hair frolicker Joh Bailey. The most exciting part of the night was the pre-show gee up. Everyone is almost settled, lights dim and the catwalk illuminates blue.

The music rolls, the Perry name appears, lights thrust themselves on and the models start there descent. With summer virtually on our door step one would expect to be entertained with the latest summer apparel, swimwear. Transeasonal means the threads worn in the spot between autumn and winter or something like that. With my hope of a night of naval gazing abolished I wiped away my tears and continued to watch the toothpick show.

As expected the models all looked the same, leaning so far back that walking was used as a way of avoiding permanent back injury. Some were on a mission to complete the catwalk in record time. Leaving me with only single non ghosted picture (which in itself is a hopeless picture). Lastly, one model almost cracked a smile.

Within 10 minutes the show is over and we are searching for more beverages. With the Vogue playmates I join in on which outfits Bloke Vogue gives the thumbs up to. Oddly I only decided on two after I saw the back of them. One tuxedo jacket had a clearly defined (almost chalk like) white lines lines on the back. The other was a Matrix style green jacket. Looking online, I can only guess which ones they are.

After polishing off a few more brown lemonades the after party become a drought so we headed home. I preplanned my next day: come into work fashionably late.

It's good to see that the Australian fashion icon Ugg Boots are finding wearers world wide. You would be hard pressed to find an aussie who hasn't roasted their feet in a set of ancient uggs at one point in their life.

Step now into the 21st century featuring Crocs. Popular outdoor shoes available in a huge range of colors. Namely pink and blue. I first saw these abominable excuses for footwear last year in Israel. My mate, an Israeli living in Australia, wasn't impressed on what his comrades had resorted to. To me they are pushing the ideal mixing thongs and slippers which doesn't work.

Continuing on the extreme a blending of the species has been detected. The DNA of Crocs and Ugg Boots has been spliced to spawn Cruggs! Luckily for high blood pressure sufferers the damage to the environment is not wide spread, the survival rate appears to be awfully low.

Wearing baggy pants has been popular for a number years. Largely due to the comfort factor. More recently, wearing pants low is a trend that requires its own legislation.

Council members from Alexandria, Louisiana, are doubling as city fashion police. The unanimous decision states that pants dangling below waist line are banned. Offenders (fashion victims) will receive a $30 fine. Other cities are on the path to introduce similar legislation with fines starting at $500!

At least the law isn't gender specific so the fashion detectives have a chance discriminate. Personally I don't like my belt buckle rubbing against my jewels. The real test is how the wearer can perform in a fight or flight response situation. Surely they would be tripping over themselves within the first three steps.

Not long along the ladies where all for showing off a G-String crawling up there back. Whilst at the same time their pants where falling in the other direction. They since have decided to go with undershirts that basically cover that region. Guys need to start wearing Batman like utility belts to make up the lost ground between the waist line and wherever the pants are hanging around.