I love my Massimo Dutti shirt. I bought it last week and have washed and worn it three times since. If I had to chose one word to describe it, that word would simply be 'sex'.

I got sick and tired of turning round to the mirror in the gents and seeing my "classic fit" shirt (read: box-fit rag) all over the place stuffing out of my trousers, ballooning up everywhere like one of those fucking imitation sumo suits. Is it so much to ask that a shirt should actually fit to my back in that nice clean V-shape?

Well, it appears only Massimo Dutti (from the same company as Zara) have figured it out properly and aren't going to charge you £100 for it either. You probably won't find them anywhere but London (although I haven't researched that at all) but they are well worth the journey. Just as an example, when I was queueing the guy in front of me had brought a coffin-sized bag to put his £2500 shopping spree in. Granted, I got bored of watching every piece of the menswear line get folded and wrapped in tissue, so I sat down for a while, checked a few emails, rang a friend and puffed my cheeks a fair bit; but it is testament to how awesome the place is.