My favourite jacket is a three-quarter length, black pinstripe. If I remember rightly, I bought it for my best friend’s wedding when we were nineteen.
It came from British Home Stores, which is where I thought babies came from when I was six, but that’s another story.
The fact is – the trousers couldn’t fit me unless I lost about half my body weight, and shrunk by an inch in height, but the jacket still fits like a dream.
I still get compliments for that jacket. I suspect this is because I generally dress as if I’m about to clean the attic.