If you get a stethoscope and hold it up to me, you can hear the clanging gears and the rhythmic release of pressure from the valves. But with this nifty t-shirt that has a porthole straight into my body, you can see the patina that has built up over the past 29 years. Slim Goodbody's got nothing on this.

I love the juxtaposition of metal, fabric and illustration in this shirt.