I tried on the 40??  in the tweed, a bit neat, Tom said most people have to size up, didn’t have a 42??  in stock,

Runninggeez - I can't recall if Tom said they were re-stocking the tweed jackets, but he did say they're getting in more overcoats, so I guess it is possible,
Just for sizing purposes I tried on a 42 (52) in the cord IL jkt, came up big, apparently they size up differently in different materials,
Robbie - maybe less TKM purchases , and a few quality purchases, less is more.... and now your Good Lady is in the UK with you maybe she'll stop you going out head to foot in green , haha

Yes, on both Harris tweeds I would size up.The weight on the tweed bulks these up a bit.
On their other jackets I take a regular size.
Their website doesn’t do these two jackets justice. The fabric is superb

If it's darted, they're very discreet indeed.  I'm hoping not.

He who Harris wins.

Stax, they're apparently well made, but, no, probably too fey for many.

Elms' book is unintentionally hilarious.  I remember reading it on a bus coming back from Nottingham in around 2005.  It struck a chord or two about school, though, where the middle-class types waffled about Genesis and the hard nuts were getting all worked up over Wigan.  But he even got stuck in to that short-lived Glenn Miller revival.  Just went wandering from one fad to another.  Up here, of course, we're more likely to hear the ghost of Wolfman Jack than Elms.

Elms used his posh voice when talking to Max, but the subject matter was interesting.

Simon Ledermans London bus journeys were my favourite. Interesting viewpoints on various areas.

Also the various questions to listeners about various bits of London trivia - the Greek shop in North London that always had watermelon prominently displayed etc.

Not particularly interested in the music or who produced the best version of a track. Though he sometimes had experts with interesting stories - the Stones keyboard player Nicky Hopkins who lived in Perivale, how tight-fisted Rod Stewart was, what a terrible father Ian Dury was etc.

I only listened in the car. I missed the end of several short plays on Radio 4 because of that. Audio plays give scope for the imagination. Not sure the intended audience, though I assumed middle class women of a certain age.

Sorry, but I decided Weller's music was sub-Kinks back in 1976/77, shite pretty much after that.  Another champagne socialist.  Actually, after seeing that mob of his bollox up 'Harvest For The World' on TV (Christ knows why I was watching in the first place) I stopped paying much attention.  He needs to put an end to it before he ends up as redundant as Jagger, Townsend, that prick Brian May with his poodle perm and all those other geriatrics.

Elms threw a hissy fit when his Mum - who'd scrimped and scraped - failed to buy him the right pair of jeans.  Then he thought it significant enough, when a grown adult, to write it down instead of hanging his head in shame.  Reminds me of that toerag Bryson, bullying some poor kid in McDonalds.

School I worked in was funny.  They banned all sweets, crisps, fizzy drinks etc.  But the sports hall next door had ample supplies of Mars Bars, Twirls, Coke, 7-Up whatever.  I happened to be on duty but turned a blind eye.  There were dark mutterings from Year Nine about what they'd do if they ever got their hands on Mr.Oliver.

No surprise there. From a business perspective, JS and Weller are a perfect combination. And in the words of Stax: 'it ain’t gonna survive waiting for us lot to spend there'.

Personally Weller's music does nothing for me but politically he was a breath of fresh air in the 1980s. I also regard the term 'champagne socialist' as totally idiotic. Anyone who is earning more than minimum wage is a hypocrite if they don't support neoliberalism or give away their wealth? Very facile thinking. No wonder such a term is so popular with the tabloids, or rather their owners. Personally I'm far more concerned about the likes of Murdoch than I am with the likes of Weller.

Oh, and as for Murdoch, you're a bit late to the game.  Snooty left-wingers were telling me they didn't soil their hands with 'the Murdoch press' thirty years ago.  Fifteen years ago, a very bright student of mine, left-leaning, was chuffed to bollocks to be given a job working for Sky.