On our walk yesterday we came across a very tall man.
At first we thought he was breaking and entering:
Which, admittedly would have been difficult given his size. Plus, I don't think they would have any lingerie that would fit him.
But it turned out he was just drumming up business for a new bespoke furniture shop in town.
(If you don't know what bespoke means, you haven't lived in Britain long enough.)
I'm not sure I want to buy furniture from a man wearing a striped suit, though. Not even a bespoke striped suit.
