I realised yesterday that this blog is too much being silly. This is a mistake. Not only should this blog be my ridiculous attempt at being humourous, it should also be informative to help other chaps out when their day comes - or to give them the opportunity to rue properly if they are reading this too late. After all, that is what the people want! Well, realistically, what they want is to see norks, car chases and a cuddle from cocky handsome rogue with a heart of gold -- but I'm sure this is a winner too. Besides, those things are all inappropriate and this is a SFW blog. Nevertheless, I don't even encourage you to look at it at work, you slack moochers.
A while back, I aksed what the difference between a wedding suit and a regular wedding suit might be. None of you slack moochers helped out, so I looked it up all by myself. It's the lapels. (Wikipedia is reliable, too, yes?) Naturally, I will be wearing proper pointed lapels at my wedding. Also, no stripes - but I knew that already.
For what it's worth, I was always on the right track. Pointed lapels do seem to cost more, for whatever reason. I realise that there is a touch of extra material to the points and they are probably a little trickier to cut-and-sew but, well, it's near-extortion, really, innit?
I have only found one non-pinstriped pointed lapel Ben Sherman suit in my half-hour whirlwind of looking. It's nice -- a good fit and the right colour -- but do I buy the first Off-the-Rack (or 'OTR' as the internet says) suit I see? Do I even buy an OTR? Perhaps it is as bad a choice as buying a VCR? Weddings are apparently really special, or something, so perhaps I ought to get one made especially, measured and tailored and all. We will be visiting Malaysia in a wee bit. I wonder if they have good suitsmen.
And then I just have to pick what sort of necktie I'd be wearing. Oh, and shoes. Vegan shoes. Socks. Cufflinks. I probably should get a new shirt too, really. Cripes. I'm really going to run out of time in this caper.
I think you're supposed to take the ben sherman around the corner from david jones and go upstairs to find an old italian man in a tiny office that smells like nursing home. He'll stick pins in things and then make a note of the distance between his floor and your bollocks, but after that he'll tell you to come back tomorrow for your perfectly-tailored/off-the-rack frankenstein, and it'll look minthouse.
ReplyDeleteGood call on vegan shoes.
Thank you for the advice, good sir. I think that, as the first commenter, you deserve a prize.
ReplyDeleteAnd precisely whereabouts is your smelly italian friend?