A Sartorial Faux Pas

I called up the wedding hire place yesterday to make an appointment for myself and the Monkey to get measured up for our outfits for little brother's wedding.

Sadly, the gentleman who answered the phone must have just finished reading "The Big Book Of Gentleman's Outfitting Clichés".

He bombarded me with questions along the lines of "Does sir know what sir will be wearing?", no doubt all the time slicking back his hair and twirling his moustache.

The point where I mistakenly referred to the Prince Edward jacket as a "Prince Albert" is best glossed over. He wasn't amused.

At all.