When the fashion police know they’ve been beaten.
It’s a universal truth: old people like cardigans. I find this both amusing and worrying in equal measure.
The worrying part is that, presumably, one day I’ll be sauntering the aisles of Marks & Spencer with my tartan trolley and flat cap, see a delightful cardigan and think “Wow! Warm, practical and beige”.
In anticipation of that eventuality, I’ve ordered my wife to taze me should that moment ever come to fruition.