The Fonz is cool...

People from a certain generation, possibly some of the people who might even read this blog from time to time, will know that the Fonz is cool.

Yep, not that the Fonz was cool way back when, they’ll know that Fonz is still cool.

I don’t know why some people will know this as a fact, but I have a certain feeling that it might be something to do with having the message reinforced time and time again on our tee-shirts.

We all knew that the Fonz was cool, we saw him every week on tv combing back the sleek hair and clicking his fingers to get the chicks, but just in case anybody wasn’t sure, we had the tee-shirts.

The tee-shirts basically said, well, that the Fonz is cool.

It showed a picture of him surrounded by a circle of wee black stars, and well, as far as I can recall, everybody had one.

Mine was orange. It was a horrible colour and it was made out of nylon type of material that was so rough that if you moved your arms in a certain way it could take two or three layers of skin from that part where under your arm joins the top of your back.

But that didn’t matter because it had a picture of the Fonz on the front, and well, the Fonz is cool.

Unless you are a girl of course.

For girls the Fonz might well have been perceived as some kind of a chauvinistic pig...but I don’t think so, I think even the girls thought and still think that the Fonz is cool.

Of course most girls didn’t wear that tee-shirt, and that’s because they had their own hard-nylon offering to wear with Charlie’s Angels on the front. (I’m not going to say how I know the nylon was as rough and hard, let’s suffice to say I have eight sisters).

All this rather long speel leads me up to the fact that I kinda like tee-shirts.

Well okay, I like tee-shirts a lot.

And, even though apparently wearing tee-shirts with a funny line on them, or maybe a cartoon character, is a big fashion no-no. I don’t care, because, well that’s the kind I like to wear if I can.

Not that I won’t or don’t wear plain tee-shirts. I mean at one stage like most other households across this part of Donegal I had about 3 million plain tee-shirts of all different colours, all courtesy of course of Fruit of the Loom.

But still, I like the shirts that say something funny.

In fact if I’m buying tee-shirts like that I’ll spend ages rooting through looking for the ones that I think are the best.

Now that doesn’t mean that they necessarily are the best, or indeed the funniest, because, as you might have guessed if you read this, I might have a kinda weird definition of funny sometimes.

However all that said and done I can honestly say that my choice of tee-shirt on any given day is not chosen by the particular message on the shirt, but more a case of choosing what’s clean and more importantly what is near the front of the wardrobe when I open it.

I might take a quick glance at whatever message is on the front, (only as part of the double check that it’s really clean moment), but I don’t need to check if it’s funny cos if it’s in the press then I know it’ll be funny in my mind.

And even more importantly it’ll be cotton.

You see the old hard nylon tee-shirt maker decided to retire with his bazillions made after he’d ditched the Fonz and Charlie’s Angels for his new range - “Who shot JR?” and “I shot JR.”

They sold like hot cakes.

They probably made him an absolute fortune, but who cares about JR now?

The Fonz on the other hand...well the Fonz is still cool!