Now that TOJ is dead, the warmest wool and softest bemberg that were waiting, rolled gently in the stacks of an unknown fabric store, dreaming of scissors, needle and thread, to drape my shoulders in incomparable bad-assitude will find life in some other garment.
Excuse me one moment.
Okay, I'm okay.
So, uh, who's got a TOJ pea coat they want to sell? I'm roughly a size 40 and something of the blue variety would be my preference, but I'm an open-minded...