You can see it's been designed for those blokes of a certain age who've been Shatnered. You know, one minute they're still holding in the tum and tucking their shirt in their kecks, the next minute they're just resigned to growing a paunch and out comes the shirt. 'I quite like the shirt just hanging there, don't you, luv?' 'YOU'RE FAT!' That's the market. They'll be selling cream kecks and brown sandals next.