There’s nothing that reminds you more about the evolving (expanding) nature of your own body like an old suit. I only have one suit – it’s a lovely brown/grey number that I got when I first moved to London five or six years ago. At the time it was a snug fit, but over the years snug appears to have become closer to vacuum packing than clothing. I wouldn’t mind so much if it was a development forward, but it appears to be a development sideways, which is very much the last thing I was expecting… If it continues at this pace I’m going to be infinitely wide and just as deep as I always was. I’ll be like a huge huge two foot thick piece of man-paper. And then nothing will fit me. The shame, the shame…
So here it is, me in my suit with the worst tie in the world, busting out all over with some of the most ludicrous hair I’ve ever managed to cultivate. Sigh.
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