Tailored Suits

Just because it made me smile....



Talking of tailored suits, I caught part of Sebastian Faulks series Faulks on Fiction Episode 3: The Snob on tv the other night. It was all a bit ho hum, but at one point Faulks is seen in an un-named Saville Row tailor's being fitted for a suit, in a glass case behind him was a quite the most gorgeous full dress naval uniform absolutely dripping with gold lace. From the glimpse I caught of it, I'd guess it dated from the early 19th century. I wonder who the tailor was?

Going Postal

I am coming to the conclusion that in a past life I must have been a privateer with a taste for packet ships, either that or a dog with a taste for postmen's legs. I seem to have the most appalling postal karma. Particularly when it comes to sending things to fangirls.

At the beginning of December I sent a Christmas card by "air mail" to sarlania in Melbourne which eventually turned up at the end of January and had been chewed by snails along the way! I suspect it took the overland route from Glasgow to Melbourne via Outer Mongolia.

Then in early January I sent a birthday present to eglantine_br in New York, again by "air mail", which finally arrived last week. eglantine_br suggested it crossed the Atlantic in a leaky jolly boat and I think she may be right.

So when nodbear's birthday came around I decided not to take any chances. I spent a veritable king's ransom to have her present delivered by Royal Mail Parcel Force 24 Hour Express Special Delivery. And did it turn up the following day? Did it hell. Since then nodbear and I have been on a veritable wild goose chase, she by car and me by telephone, trying to track down the parcel. This proved to be a task of great difficulty as Parcel Force claimed to have delivered the parcel to "your local post office" but failed to provide any indication of the location of the post office in question. After a determined chace worthy of Sir Edward Pellew himself we finally located the depatches and nodbear launched a daring cutting out mission this morning and made off with the prize.

nodbear observed that the Royal Mail seem to be as reliable with despatches as that young Hornblower chap. Though how Parcel Force managed to run into the middle of the Spanish fleet on route from Glasgow to Berkshire is quite beyond me.

To quote Sir Edward: I DESPAIR I REALLY DO!!!