I was up in Birmingham again yesterday for some old style 'Gypsy Jazz' at the L'Esprit Manouche festival. It was a whole day of wonderful guitar playing and great musicianship. The weather was amazing, the picnic (very important) was tasty and the atmosphere remarkably friendly.
One revelation that struck in an idle moment between acts was this:
A fascist, karate-expert, Butlin's entertainer who joins the army and plays baseball in Boston, then wins a stage of the Tour de France, would be a black shirt, black belt, red coat, green beret, red sock with a yellow jersey. He'd have a whole outfit. Except for the trousers. What would he need to do to get some trousers?