But is it as crease-resistant as crimplene?

From which sedimentary layer of eighties tat has this been extracted, pray?  Double-breasted, collarless, bouclé, plaid, gold-rimmed buttons:  yes, there is not a single item missing from this remarkably-preserved specimen of hellishly conservative tailoring.

This kind of jacket is worn by ladies who do a bit of genteel fundraising for those endless hospital scanner appeals.  Coffee mornings and tabletop sales are run with steely efficiency, but after a couple of sizeable gins in the Top Club on a Friday night the jacket's off and they're raffling their tits for Blesma.

Topshop, £70.  You could get something marginally less distressing from Marks and Spencer, and they do a lovely quiche, too.