Phwoar! WHAT a shirt! It’s almost as good as a tailored: form-fitting but not snug, nicely turned shoulders sewn in three dimensions, sleeves long enough for my simian arms and tapering slightly at the waist. Nice fabric, too.
But I’ve really GOT to deal with this trying-them-on-after-dinner stuff. Student rooms aren’t big enough to minimise potential food-related disasters, and I came dangerously close to sideswiping a cheesecake just now. OK, that’s it: this shirt is going back in the wardrobe until the confectionary risk has lowered.