Wednesday, February 8, 2012

The Shirt Off My Back

In hope its maker will return to his metier, I  endorse a product that has provided perfect satisfaction for two decades.

While no one mistakes Christopher Monckton for a scientist, he has impeccable credentials as a failed politician and journalist -- his 10 Downing internship yielded no Tory office, and he never rose  past 'Sudoku Edior'. on the Daily Telegraph masthead, Google Images has connected the face of the man who made no sense when asked to explain himself on radiative transfer in 2008 to two shirts long dormant in my wardrobe.

Although long unrecognized as productions of Viscount Monckton of Brenchley- I purchased them in London in 1996, they reveal he has been hiding his light under a bushel -- Monckton's biography should emphasize his natural talent for haberdashery: