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Sacrilege though it seems to say, wearing a shirt every day — it can get a bit much, sometimes, can't it? One, two, three, four, five, six, and seven, then eight and nine (the cuffs) ... up those buttons must all be done every morning, bottom to top or top to bottom. Then nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two

Vestiges — they’re all around us. What's more, the more you have them on your mind, the more you see them. Nowhere is this true more than in men’s clothes, which is perhaps hardly surprising given the propensity of the less-fair sex to cling to the past (see anything from the last island of hair to the coveted re-relea
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