No.169

Week after week of gentle piss-takery would take its toll on any man, so we thought we’d give our trusty clotheshorse a week off. Nothing too strange. Nothing involving time travel, questionable occupations or elaborate back stories. Admittedly, Quoddys and deadstock Persol sunglasses aren’t exactly run of the mill, but at least he should be able to have a quiet night in the pub without anyone asking if he’s a time-travelling bricklayer or Serpico’s long-lost brother.