So, there I am wearing the above cape and maybe a country type fedora, or maybe one of my deerstalker hats, while carrying a highly polished cane with a brass handle, when I wander into the scruffiest pub in Accrington (which is the Broadway, which is an absolute shoot hole!) and ask the innkeeper for a shot of their finest cognac and a half of bitter. I notice the music is quite loud, so I ask the innkeeper to lower the volume and not only that, but I notice there's a slight whiff of uncleanliness, prompting me to whip out my travel sized Floris 89 eau de parfume to spray some onto my fine silk handkerchief before holding it firmly underneath my nose. 🧐 I wonder how this would go down with the locals?🤔