Back in my teen years, my dad went to England on business, so I asked him to bring me back some "cool music magazines" and some "cool music." He came back a week later strapped with some magazines whose charts were populated almost exclusively by compilations, and the then-latest Bros cd ("The guy in the store said they're the biggest thing going!"). And, I mean, I was on some Punks Not Dead shit at the time. What's the opposite of "well chuffed"?
All that notwithstanding, what I am saying is: I'm afraid I'm gonna need you to run that belt, too, holmes. I'm not tryna go out half-dipped. I can offer you some Esprit and a vest to be named later. Take it or leave it.