I have to say, I'm a sucker for all things male sartorial, but even I simply fell in love with these Interno 8 shirts.
The brainchild of Rome banker, Angelo Galasso, who one day decided that no tailor in Rome made shirts to his exact liking, so he decided to make them himself, the Interno 8 shirt is now sold to great fanfare in the Saville Row shops, which my dad used to frequent as a younger man.
And it says something that the epitome of these Euro-trashy shirts would be flying off the peg at a mere £79 (£160 for a bespoke version), in London.
It's true that male Britons have become more fashion-conscious rather than just style-conscious, as they used to be, and trust me, there is a difference -- but never would I dream that these high, 3 button collars-and-cuffed shirts would take off with the speed of a Lamborghini in the tight M1 motorway.
Italian fashion couture is the antithesis of British fashion couture, particularly as regards the male of the species.
Where one treasures the stylish and showy, the other treasures the stylish and subdued, and I won't speak down to you by telling you which is which: you know. We all do.
As for dear old dad, I'm not at all sure he would like the new wave of club-inspired fashion now worn in every London club, such as Prince William-approved, Boujis.
Or what he would say about these shirts, some of which have the convenient pocket to wear your watch, Gianni Agnelli-style.
BUILT-INTO the cuff, if you please.
You know every Kuwaiti sheikh and minor Italian nobleman from here to Chelsea will be flinging themselves unto Mr. Galasso for one.
And I admit, if I were a man, I would be too.