I have this suit, MTM from some awful cheap Chinese operation. I've had it for ages, been adjusted at least two or three times and is still not right. But I can't bring myself to get rid of it, as perversely, the fabric was surprisingly pleasing. Apart from the lesson learned - only deal with a tailor you can physically assault if necessary - it still gives me a strange mix of pleasure on one hand, and frustration on the other. Anyway, good enough for the barbarians I'm dealing with today, and offset by my favourite tie and proper shoes.
P.S. I do not, of course, condone the physical assault of one's tailor, or anyone else. But a stern expression is sometimes called for.