Turquoise - one could lose oneself in the word alone, never mind the colour.  And THIS turquoise - prepare to lose yourself, your mind, your job, your way… everything

Chk Ck Booooom! The ROTHKO STRIPE (We weren’t surprised) - a delicious deep red and plum stripe, upon a luscious flannel woven by Fox Brothers of Somerset, England.  The experts stated that when tailored into a suit, by Beggars Run, the space/time continuum would shift to an unknown unstable state.

A deliciously bright, fresh and textured green, woven by Brisbane Moss of Lancashire, England.

Snap crackle and pop went your knee as you bent down to re-tie your shoelace.  You didn’t FEEL that old, but the body doesn’t lie, they say. Behind you, the ocean furled and unfurled as you sat next to her. Taking her hand in yours, giving it a little squeeze.  It was nice to come back to the bench where you shared your first kiss.  The same purile graffiti remained etched into its grain 30 years on, to the day. To mark the occasion, you wore the very same suit...

The rumours were true.  How bloody strange!   First the new bank holiday, and now, standing beneath the giant effigy, it all felt highly surreal.  The crazy bastards had gone and done it - They’d made a 30ft high effigy of you...