But - what is that about 'necessity' and 'invention'.
One is reminded of a fine fellow one once worked with.
He was a very dapper man. Always impeccably groomed, his not inexpensive cloth cut in that fine classic mould. Rich in colour but nothing peacockish.
All of it in perfectly understated good taste.
Bright red socks with leaping frogs.
Sunshine yellow with can can girls.
Fluorescent green with humping lamas. (Now there's a thought!)
One is going to have very warm calves in Mittagong this year.
Be sure to keep an eye on in...
....there on the side menu.
Post Script: The Bloke has said nothing about my using the word 'humping' here on the blog. Is it not nearly as bad as the word 'shit' or I wonder has he learnt his lesson.