Six ways to look fucked off in a… waterproof

BRITISH summer has splashed down, holidays are happening, and coastlines are choked with families fighting horizontal sleet. How do you wear your waterproof? 


North Face, Berghaus, Mammut or Rab, if you’re wearing good outdoor gear made for mountains then you’re wearing a complementary aura of smugness at being the driest bitch on the beach. Shrugging off those raindrops like they’re harsh words online, baby!

Branded, tier two

Though the professionals make it look bad. It’s Cornwall not the Cairngorms, loser. Rocking up in a Peter Storm or a Craghoppers shames those zipped-up fuckers with their overdressed Gore-Tex; it may be wet but we don’t have to live that way, dude. Of course it’ll have seeped through to your shoulders after 45 minutes, but that’s hot.


Waterproof on the outside, towelling on the inside, chic like Sam Cam cuckolding her husband in his shepherd’s hut, the DryRobe is so now it’s almost a second ago. Rush into one and strut the Polperro cobbles before the world spots you can’t copyright a concept that simple and they’re £35 up the middle of LIDL!

Safety bright

The day’s grey but you’re day-glo, walking along that clifftop path into the very teeth of the hurricane in vibrant orange, the family close behind in eye-burning powder blue, cognition-blocking green and pink hotter than Barbie’s labia. Who needs the sun when there’s a rainbow here on earth?


Go for country gent style with a waxed Barbour and you’ll be as crusty and comfortable as the castle you’re visiting to get out of the bloody rain! Which is to say not at all, because the aristocratic sneer at comfort and your jacket hasn’t been waxed since you bought the motherfucker in 2012 and lets in water like a convertible Vectra!

A disposable rain poncho

Don’t want to hide your drip when it’s dripping wet? A fully transparent disposable rain poncho – it’s a bag with a hood and armholes, putting the macro in microplastics – lets your fit shine through while the water slides off. Giving that Alton Towers vibe wherever you are, and lets the sweat do what the rain theoretically can’t!

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