A Minor Alteration (Brutal Tailoring in Andaluz)

It doesn't happen too often thankfully, given my propensity for frequenting bars of notoriety, that I get into an unresolvable disagreement with a fellow fool. Thus it was last Saturday that a gentlemanly disagreement compelled me to turn a chair over a chap of minimimilist logic. He left quickly.

I felt badly afterwards but felt much worse when a fellow patron of the bar pointed out the poorly executed alteration the fleeing fuck-wit had made to my jacket. I was however relieved that I managed retain some dignity; my silk pocket square stayed in place during the entire cuffufle.



I usually remove my hat before embarkation, as this usually signals to any fellow wrangler of my unhappy intentions, i.e. To instill a firm understanding of “The Gooobye Look.” He shall be hearing from my Tailor!

 

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5 thoughts on “A Minor Alteration (Brutal Tailoring in Andaluz)

  1. White jackets and Andalucia do not go together my nice shiny white Armani jacket was nicked from me while I slept in Cadiz…er…paralytically inebriated having parked my butt on a park bench near the bus station…the nice thieves left me my wallet (and my trousers!)

    OK maybe stupid British people, alcohol and Andalucia do not go together…

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