Blue Cotton Canvas

There you were, gut-shot, dying at the foot of an olive tree under a blistering sun. What a time to die, mid august in the south of Italy. Madonna, it was hot! Taking one of the trees fruit in your hand you squeezed, even the olives are bleeding, you thought. Maybe a life of crime wasn’t the best choice. But some choices are less ‘chosen’ than others. One choice you were sure of, as you bled out, was your choice of attire that day. Your blue cotton canvas suit, tailored by Beggars Run. Yours was made into their Cearrbhach cut. A little more relaxed with a shawl collar. An artisans touch, they said. Your trousers also had a relaxed cut, allowing the warm move around your sweaty shins. Small blessings. Now, at least you’re about to meet your maker looking smart. Another small blessing, you thoug...