White Riot

Veteran readers of these posts will no doubt appreciate my Frank and Ernest consternation upon arrival at the new, leaner, sleeker Indie today. Or was it just jet lag? Whichever, though I thought I was prepared for most eventualities, what I expected not was white coats. Unusual sartorial outfit, with a whiff of the placebo, but their main effect (to say not a word of their affect) is to make even a casual conversation sound like a comedy or melodramatic script reading. Quite extraordinary, somewhere between Monty P and E.R. Thus, when Joe says 'I'm gonna pop his eye out with this spoon' one can almost believe him.
The cross-cultural fertilisation of the garments (neither rent nor rented at the moment) is to suggest the image posted above, to wit, Alec Guinness in the 1951 film (free gift for the person correctly identifying the clip)... which began brightly, but ended, if I remember aright, in tatters. Is this Mr. G's pisgah vision of the future? Still... Nice to be back in the land of the barmy.