^ (shudder)

Whenever a photo is taken in one of these clothing manufacturing places they always seem to have dozens, hundreds, of bolts of cloth sitting around in the most awful colours and patterns. Do these places specialise in floral-print moo-moos when they aren't whipping up suits for FOO! and Mantoni, or moonlighting for a prominent Italian tailoring house? Where are the racks of subtle pinstripes in dark blue and dark grey, and the warm, earthy tweeds?

A typical looking pleb who wasn't taught by his mother not to put his feet on seats. lf he visited me l would teach him not to wear pyjama pants in the daytime and to do up his jacket correctly...i'd clean out the crap between his ears in no time.