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Spectacularly spectacular

When our parents were little, NHS glasses were still a recent enough sign of progress to be truly valued.  But their greatest socialist defender couldn’t really describe them as aesthetically pleasing.

I remember mine.  Aviator style for a child of the 1980s, and round for a teenager of the 1990s.  Slightly self-conscious, I couldn’t have – at the best of times – been described as fashionable.

All this has changed now that The Boy has come from the optician reporting that not all of the letters are visible.  As befits a macho Big Boy, he enlisted his Mam’s advice on picking his face-furniture.  We picked them up this week.

They are unobtanium, top secret metal, with “Iron Man” stamped on by the laser machine of a secret laboratory for pint-sized superheroes.

The result is that he looks heart-breakingly gorgeous, an intellectual if ever there were one.

If cute were a disease, he’d be the poster child.

And in the shop today, the young lady called him a cool dude.  Job done.

Personal views of a wordsmithing, sartorialist, horn-playing, state school Oxonian dad, rugby ref, recovering politico, and fan of vintage tailoring, Ralph Lauren style, and sharp writing.

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