he thinks he's clark kent or something. hair, glasses, suit and tie all measure up. There is a giveaway though. underneath it all, he's a couple of feet shorter than me and about half as wide.
his tie is left only half done like he was in mid-change in a phonebox when he got the call from the tube.
it may be a fake tan, but i'm not so sure. he seems the type though.
if it were twenty years ago he'd be shouting down a big grey breeze block of a phone, struggling with the weight of its solid polycarbonate aerial. this would continue even into the tube system to keep everyone in the know about his business expertise, wealth and self-belief. today, instead, he covers the cover of his spy book with a dorothy perkins bag.
he maintains a puffed up chest in order to make him appear bigger and more solid. the breath control needed for this results in a constant look of concern.
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