My white dinner jacket is becoming a little dog-eared and, with Glyndebourne coming up, soon this needs addressing. For many years now, Kilgour French and Stanbury of Savile Row have served me well as tailors but they could not prepare something for next week . So I decided to visits Moss Bros at Hove. I was served by Hussein, a somewhat fey character, who could not have been more helpful. He even persuaded me to buy a couple of Cirruti suits for the ‘modern man’ as well as the white tux which suited me well. I complimented him on his old-fashioned values of service, qualities all too rare in the modern store where you are left to your own devices.
I cannot make a connection between outfitters and the Open, so I won’t. I cannot claim the same knowledge as John Pargiter, but I have been a member of Swinley Forest for many years and play off 22. I – like John – was most unhappy with the tinkering of the format, which all but presented Rory Mcilroy with the claret jug, but I was delighted in another ways the venerable traditions of the Royal and Ancient were upheld and enforced. This ghastly practice of today’s youth in photographing everything and anything- to say they were there on their Facebook page – was rightly curbed, then Rory’s manager tried to put a sponsor’s baseball cap on his head as he collected the trophy, only for a senior official promptly to remove it.