Originally Posted by Concordia
Of course, I spent some time down the street from the Andover Shop in my sordid youth, and got further corrupted by Chipp when they were riding high. [The A shop is a reliable purveyor of patch tweed (and madras, and shirting poplin). Chipp devoted a corner of their practice to items that were beyond tasteless, and hence quite tasteful.]
You were young?
Originally Posted by Cantabrigian
I think that only works in theory.