Kimber-Hutchinson’s silver Rolls and his wife’s Jaguar. The Kimber-Hutchinsons wouldn’t have a foreign car. It wasn’t simply a matter of patriotism, the old man once told me; it would upset some of his customers. Poor fellow, he needed handmade shoes because of his ‘awkward feet’ and Savile Row suits because he wasn’t lucky enough to have the figure for ready-made ones. Cheap wine played havoc with his stomach so he drank expensive ones, and because he couldn’t fit into economy-size airline seats he was forced to go everywhere first class. Poor David, he envied people like me,
