Good heavens. The eye, naturally repulsed by every item of this man’s clothing, is drawn away, to anything else in the room…and alights on some sort of rodent enclosure, a print of one of the lesser St. Ives School artists, and a Ken Follett novel. Life in this household is just one endless round of misery, it would seem.
Am I Chap?
Readers submit themselves to the ultimate sartorial assessment. Please send photographs to chap@thechap.co.uk “I’m Stephen Ross
