Suits You. Sir?

Jimmy got me thinking.
About my Da.
Not that I need reminding, I think of Him a lot.
And I miss him dearly.

But I was thinking about an evening I had during the summer.
I had a meet-up with two other bloggers.
My first time meeting both of them.
Though Dev & Bock were old friends.

We had arranged to meet in a well known pub in the city.
And as I didn't know what either of them looked like, I stood at the bar waiting to be approached. (Pipe in mouth, newspaper under left arm, white carnation in button-hole, hat tilted at a jaunty angle, as agreed!)

Anyway, I got to talking with a very well known historian/pub landlord I had known from my youth.
And we got to talking about my parents.

"Your father was the best dressed and most handsome man in the 'Island Field'!" (Where I come from.)
"Women would swoon as he walked by!
He only wore the best bespoke suits, (I knew this) never anything off the rack!
(These suits, one new one every year, were paid for in installments. He got the suit when the last payment was payed! A little bit out of his wages each week, to which Ma agreed, 'cos she took pride in how well Her Man looked!)
And only the fanciest of ties would adorn his crisp white shirts!"

My Da looked like a greek millionaire when he 'stepped out', what with the dandy threads, and the dusky complexion!
(He might not have had much in his pockets, but by Jesus, those pockets were expensive!)

"And as for your Mother, She had blonde hair and fair skin to rival the most glamorous stars of Hollywood!" (She still has it!)

Thank you Mr. Joe Malone.
I thought I was the only one who put my parents on a pedestal!

By the time I met Dev & Bock, well, to say I was in good form would be an understatement!