By rOBBINS Saturday October 11 2008 The teenage years are fraught with difficulty. Raging hormones, spots, boils, wispy facial hair and sullen taciturnity are just some of the problems teenage boys have to face. For me, you could add in the near impossibility of finding a stylish tweed overcoat. Teenagers, the psychologists tell us, try out various social personae in a desperate bid to find a way to be in the world. For some reason I cannot now fathom, I thought it would be a neat idea to be a young fogey. Perhaps it was because I wasn't equipped to cut it as a goth, a punk, a dandy or a sports jock, and I was too afraid just to be myself. Whatever the reason, I decided to embrace the ideal of the Victorian gentleman. My years in tweeds and brogues came back to me this week as I read that shooting has just begun in London on...
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