It’s one of those summer evenings when it feels like anything but. It’s dark, there’s a surprisingly strong wind and you’ve got an appointment with the cinema and an old flame. You want to wear something eyecatching, show her you’ve still got it. You thumb through the various brightly coloured outerwear items, many of which haven’t been touched since April. There it is. That’s the one. The Packable Nylon jacket in a mysterious shade of black. Suddenly you’re transformed from looking like an overcooked boy to a mature, confident, cosmopolitan male.
You’re wearing this. She likes it. You get married. The end.