Imagine the very first meeting!
Hey lads, but what shall we wear when we march? all year long to not at all show an inheirted inferiority and extreme self doubt complex.
All sorts were suggested by the multi thumbed brotherhood assembled that day.
Some wanted bowler hats and umbrellas, that japanese tourist stereotype image of the English Businessman of the last century,
Some wanted to wear the wifes spare apron and one even suggested they all cut off one trouser leg, to which there was much grunting excitment.
Now to be fair while all were such obvious great looks and any could have come to represent , one look became the uniform to wear, known today as the Sevco suit.
Ironic that it would never have been! if it were not for a entrepreneur passing by who overheard their grunts and predicament and offered to sort them.
The day before he had handed over 1 pound for a liquidated business, and it was while rumbling through their old stock, he noticed a large container of 'mens suits'
He knew his luck was in today with this assembled crowd!
Carefully placing his hand over the size label which read, 'dodgy as fcuk milkman clobber', he presented a sample
To the cry of that's transgender,
the order came in from the disorder, yes that's just the look we have been looking for, it's just so us.
And that's why to this day, you'll see such examples of such smart dressed men.