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There are Caribbean villas, private jets on standby and, failing that, a chauffeur waiting under the awning. But for those brief moments when even the most well-insulated life requires venturing onto London’s streets, there is always the reliable trench coat.
As predictable as the September rain itself, the pavements will soon experience their annual flood of beige gabardine and Nova check. Yet who can blame those city dwellers for reaching for the obvious…
