David Robbins: 'We are all in the middle class now' -- oh no we're not
Published 26/02/2011 | 05:00
My uncle dressed as if he were expecting an impromptu visit from royalty. He was always clean-shaven and dapper. If he'd been run over by a tram on the way to his civil service job, he would have left an immaculate corpse.
His high sartorial standards meant that he wore a shirt and tie even when playing golf, and sported a nice line in tweed overcoats. I think he considered the macintosh a little racy.
He placed a great premium on being -- and looking -- respectable. My designer stubble was an affront to him: "Stand a bit closer to the razor next time," he would say.