Blue 8 Wale Cord

The temperature suddenly dropped and the clouds once covering the full moon drifted apart and disappeared. Your breath started creating condensation against the cold moon light. Then from nowhere and everywhere, a heartbreaking howl tore through the dead still air and you nearly brown your drawers. Time to make a move and get off the moors - thank christ you were wearing your blue 8 wale corduroy suit, tailored by those charmers at Beggars Run. You’d easily be able to hot-step it whilst remaining cosy along the way.