Odiham,
I was told I needed a new number one for some parade of the other, so off I trots to the Station tailor who measures me up and announces I was an odd shape and none of the uniforms in stock would fit, so a tailor made item would need to be produced especially for me... months go by, parade was a distant memory and still no sign of the uniform when six or seven months later, it is in for final fitting at which point it will need to go back for completion.
Trying it on the new Station tailor is pleased with the fit, however i point out on the front panel, where the tailor making it had caught the material with a pair of scissors, he had cut a small V into it. The new tailor then asks why I needed one in the first place and I explained about odd shape etc, off he trots to return with a uniform off the shelf that simply needed the trouser leg length tweaking.