I’m nearly faint with excitement….Anderson and Sheppard, the most brilliant tailors on the planet, have just delivered the evening suit they have made me, in the twinkling of a needle, for my cabaret performance at the Savoy Hotel this coming Sunday evening. I asked Mr Hitchcock if he could use a Topman suit of mine as a starting point and reinterpret it with a unique Anderson and Sheppard twist, and the result is sensational, at least on the hanger, as its so crisp and immaculate I hardly want to try it on. The jacket is a kind of short black flannel blazer, with patch pockets and black grosgrain lapels, and the pants are matching black grosgrain (‘That’s the stuff the Prince of Wales always chooses’ Mr Hitchcock whispered), cut horizontally. He also told me that when he showed the finished article to his boss, Anda Rowland, she thought for a minute and said “Well, I suppose one would call it a Cocktail Suit”. Which is fine by me, as my cabaret is at cocktail time.

How Anderson and Sheppard made this masterpiece for me is a mystery as at the same time they were making the suits that the four Ferry brothers wore to their dad Bryan’s CBE at Buckingham Palace. Looking at those handsome kids, the tallest and most handsome my Godson Otis, with their mile-long legs makes me wonder if my cocktail suit should stay on ice: but what the hell, break out the shaker and pour me a double. With a twist. Anderson and Sheppard’s unique twist.