It had to happen. The jacket was looking a little too
smug for my liking, but now it has nowhere to hide its trickery (if it has any,
that is). The result is as yet inconclusive. When worn it feels a bit as though
a fledgling Skinpunk has tried to turn his old man’s suede jacket into a
rebellious garment worthy of the gang he wants to join, only to fail on a
number of levels. I’m thinking of using the sleeves to turn it into a
quasi-Withnail & I tailcoat.
On a slightly
related note, full marks go to the Grade A dickhead who just managed to speed
through the one giant water-filled pothole on Archway Road
