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The Story of the Tailor An Englishman, needing a pair of striped trousers in a hurry for the New Year festivities, goes to his tailor who takes his measurements. (Tailor's voice.) "That's the lot, come back in four days, I'll have it ready." Good. Four days later. (Tailor's voice.) "So sorry, come back in a week, I've made a mess of the seat." Good, that's all right, a neat seat can be very ticklish. A week later. (Tailor's voice.) "Frightfully sorry, come back in ten days, I've made a hash of the crotch." Good, can't be helped, a snug crotch is always a teaser. Ten days later. (Tailor's voice.) "Dreadfully sorry, come back in a fortnight, I've made a balls of the fly." Good, at a pinch, a smart fly is a stiff proposition. (Pause. Raconteur's voice.) Well, to make it short, the bluebells are blowing and he ballockses the buttonholes. (Customer's voice.) "God damn you to hell, Sir, no, it's indecent, there are limits! In six days, do you hear me, six days, God made the world. Yes Sir, no less Sir, the WORLD! And you are not bloody well capable of making me a pair of trousers in three months!" (Tailor's voice, scandalized.) "But my dear Sir, my dear Sir, look— (disdainful gesture, disgustedly) —at the world— (Pause.) and look— (loving gesture, proudly) —at my TROUSERS!"