A village idiot, a wally, if you will?
I'm not sure that's what we're dealing with here. There is stupidity, certainly, but is it entirely benign?
Anyway - my jacket is being taken (by the receptionist) to the dry cleaner.
I don't know what I'll do with the shirt. Nice little Turnbull & Asser number. I've got it in good mind to invoice her.
becoming indignantly apoplectic with conformist rage whenever someone dares to walk on the right.
It's the behaviour of a Swiss, tbh. And, as you know. that is not an insult I use lightly.
You can't dry clean a suit, for God's sake. You'll kill the lanolin.
It's polyester, isn't it?
These free spirits you speak of must lead their lives in a constant state of chaos. How do they cope in a busy tube station.
They're the arseholes that stop in front of you in the supermarket. The people the dordle along when you're trying to run for the train.
man-made fibres
Seriously, the rank vulgarity of the fellow.
Do you think his family may have been, you know, in trade?
I'm sure it's a good plan for those of you who are trained to follow rather than lead. Such people need hard and fast rules.
My man looks after such matters.
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