I agree. And I am sure if I insisted on heavy cloth, they would be more than happy to give it to me. They carry tons of books of it with them I can tell you, I was checking some last week in DC. But I always get the recommendation for 9-12 oz stuff, and it's all worked great so far.
The LL is generally fine. I have never understood the hang-up with the Cloth Club. There are still plenty of suppliers out there - the East also still produces some good stuff - tussah and so on. If people want to club together to put restricted runs of cloth in motion, good for them. I did try to get some tweed once but it didn't happen for one reason or another but the sample was very good. As for FS - goodness knows what lit his fuse; probably Bushmills! However, the recent incident demonstrated to me that there are things to do apart from exchanging i-net views with a mixed bag of people. I have always found that, in every place of work and every club, there is always at least one 'nuttah'. It's just the way the world is. Given that my time is all my own now, I think that I am, overall, better off (literally) cultivating the garden!
NJS
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Why would you dress up for a flight?
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Foreman definitely equates to superintendent - those chaps who can manage the bears on behalf of the university educated folk. Actually, it's pretty much archaic now to use foreman and supervisor has been replaced with team leader in a lot of organisations.
And in saying that, it is an art of presence and command. NCO level.
I had an old project manager in a fabrication shop who was practically illiterate, but could manage the work processes and the men on the shop floor better than anyone. They had to employ a good Quantity Surveyor to do all his reports and letters for him. A couple of times the directors wanted to replace him with a degree qualified engineer or one time I remember a QS who had a degree in maths, they worked the fab shop manager out to a site job for a couple of weeks and it was all set for a take over. The QS lasted a week before a nervous breakdown came over him, of which one of the director's telephoned me to blame me for the fellow's demise in the hot seat of running a fabrication shop making bespoke pressure vessels, piping and skid units.
One of my old colleagues worked at Cammell Laird shipyard in the early 80s and he said all the foreman use to wear bowler hats to distinguish themselves from the herd.
I seem to recall that the LL house tailor - Harry Futtock - or whatever his name was - used to be always on (and on and on and on) about how he would work heavy cloths with his iron, like a mason working his stone; how you couldn't beat the old days and the old craftsmen and what memories he had and how no one else could possibly know jack shit about nothing - ever, ever, ever, ever ever, ever, ever. Find an honest tailor and pay him but be sure to know that even top dollar will likely bring you down with a bum garment etc etc etc etc. Search out the honest tailor as though he were the holy tailors' grail; like you are chosen to crack the Da Vinci Code and how Harry Futtock is the only one left of the Guardians of the Grail and how you should seek him out in the Bronx Bogtrotters' Arms.
RR