The Suit

I have spent most of today either sleeping off last night's marark at Pete and Sarah's (locking Clare out of her own flat in the process), or shopping for a suit for Ruth and Claire's civil partnership tomorrow. I've been up and down Princes Street more times than one of Lothian Transport's fabled trams possibly ever will. There was a definite budget in place, so please don't stand too close to me if you smoke; I may go up in flames wearing this number, but it'll do the job. Oh, it's at least four inches smaller than my last suit jacket, so there's progress :)

Hooray (and hooray for diffuse lighting).