Jeeves has mixed feelings on Rishi Sunak's dress sense

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Jeeves certainly would not have any reason to complain, as his master, Mr. Sunak, has probably a better dress sense than he would ever imagine, even to his finicky best. His suits are crafted to the highest standards of Saville Row with fabrics sourced from mills in  England and Scotland.

But Jeeves would have a faint disapproving look at his master's shirts, which are not from England but bespoke shirts from an Italian brand. Also the skin tight shirts are certainly not to his liking.

Coming to his trousers, he is most aghast that they finish well above the ankle. But his master just dismisses him with a wink, saying that it makes him look slick and a wee bit taller.

 Much to Jeeves pleading, Mr.Sunak won't listen to Jeeves on the lapel size and his thin ties. The idea was planted in his master's mind long back that this was a clever way of making his narrow shoulders appear broader. Jeeves has a strong suspicion that it is his wife, Madam Akshata, who has planted these newfangled tricks.

But Jeeves is considerably relieved that Mr.Sunak's dressing is at least far better than the  erstwhile Mr.Johnson's, for which he had only one word: Ghastly!


Agree there are shades of similarity between our Dr. Chandiramani and Rishi Sunak. But our Dr. tops him when it comes to an easy going, relaxed demeanor. And he certainly can hold his smile longer than Rishi. For Rishi, his expressions change only to frequently and this is a giveaway in politics. So you can see when he is angry or disappointed. His large expressive eyes are also a disadvantage as any hurt is easily seen in them. 

His first few official addresses were also not reassuring. He did not present himself as a mature statesman. The characteristics charm was missing as he was more unsmiling and his delivery was fixed to one spot. Rather than calm control and authority there was a questioning look in his eyes, which had a hint of fear. 

Now in comparison, our Dr. carries himself with the supreme confidence that comes with knowledge and ability. He is calm, in control of the situation and his humour all suggest authority that he commands with natural ease. A clear indication is his persistent smile, rather than a truncated and robotic one like Rishi's. Any further comparisons will only go in favour of Dr. He is our clear winner!

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