In which I buy a tweed jacket from a man who makes Daleks

I have been thinking for some time that I have reached the age when a man should own a Harris tweed jacket. So today I went to Northampton to buy myself one.

It hasn't changed my character. So far, at least, I have not subscribed to the Daily Telegraph or made sarcastic comments about anyone's Latin homework.

The gentleman who served me said a lot of young people are asking for tweed these days because of Matt Smith (who, incidentally, comes from Northampton). But it turns out that he has a closer connection with Doctor Who than that...