I have a London-tailored, double-breasted, dark grey, narrow pin-striped, fairly up-to-date cut, winter weight suit. It cost the earth and I never wear it. Winter is upon Europe and should the next round of ‘talks’ be held there, or in a climate as chilly, I would willingly loan my suit to a size 40 Rhodesian delegate. If the journey is successful I would be delighted and, understandably, not a little proud of this ‘old friend’ who came into my life with good intentions but who has lead such an uneventful existence so far. Nothing up the sleeve – I swear.
October 21st, 1968