Tuesday, 23 July 2013

My Name Is Jack

NEW SERIES! Featuring the many modes of Sweeney bastard Jack Regan. I went to a fancy dress party as Regan once, having simply raided my Dad's wardrobe. It was 1987. That sort of formative sartorial influence is incredibly powerful.

So, taupe jacket, beige shirt, brown tie, brown strides, earthenware coffee cup. Black socks? Black shoes? No, Jack, NO!

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