Will Sir Be.....

We have been friends since we met in Bristol, England (for the Americans - not Rhode Island or Tennessee), many years ago. I think probably about 10 years, if my math is right. We shared a flat for a while and became firm friends. I am mentor to his son Max (Godfather if you are religious). We have been through many experiences together, and hopefully he didn't share too many secrets with Lorraine when they were alone together on Wednesday morning, whilst I was at work!

The reason for the title is a very posh men's tailor at the foot of the Hancock Tower, the name of which I unfortunately, cannot remember. Picture the scene however; we are a bunch of tourists, albeit fairly affluent tourists, out for the day in our shorts and t-shirts, and Marcus wants to buy a linen suit for a wedding he is best man for in the next few weeks. Having struck out in Marshall Fields, we were recommended this store by the sales assistant.
They have a tie collection that Ziggy (a UK friend an very sharp dresser) would kill for. Marcus goes upstairs to their suit area, and Lorraine and I avail ourselves of some comfy leather chairs downstairs. A snotty salesman wanders up and remarks that his store must be a very popular tourist hangout, looking disdainfully at our attire. We remind him that our friend is actually looking at suits in his store, to which he replies, "I know", I guess he would have preferred it if we had waited outside!

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