Ode to Corduroy

Today, amongst many other things, is the day that most resembles corduroy: 111111. I have a great fondness for corduroy; not as cliched as its cousin denim, nor as flashy as its sister velvet. Forever associated with geography teachers and indie kids, corduroy rules!
One of the greatest things I learnt when I attempted to learn Danish, is that jernbanefløjl literally means railway velvet. I have never looked at corduroy the same since.