Saturday, January 02, 2010
Went with Paul to buy his first ever suit. At the age of 42, he’s coming to this rite of passage rather late in life, but he’s never desired nor needed one before. An ex-anarchist punk who used to live in a squat doesn’t scream suit and tie. But now he’s a manager and has to go to big-wig meetings. And he looks great in one! Unfortunately Jake woke up screaming in the middle of BHS while Daddy was picking out shoes. Now we’re waiting for chips, made in our newly purchased deep-fat fryer. We’re still working class at heart.