Jack Simmons.

I had Jack Simmons (yes, THE Jack Simmons) fit me for a vest today.

Louis: I'd probably be after a small.
Jack: Alright. (Looks shelf up and down, then looks me up and down.) Jesus, you're a slightly built gentleman aren't you!
Louis: Umm...yes. A bit...on the skinny side, I suppose.
Jack: Bloody oath you are!

Menswear is tougher than it looks, kid.

On another note, Angels and Demons comes out this week, and those who know me will know that I have a soft spot for outrageous plotlines that revolve around conspiracy theories and ancient brotherhoods. Now I just have to find someone to go with me.