The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe Malfunction

In the Red City on a cold February afternoon, the street-lamps just coming on and people about to journey home. The Intrepid Mountaineer & I were waiting amidst the elegance of Portland Square for a meeting with the heirarchs of our county's education system. Suddenly, our attention was drawn across the square by an apparition. A woman of a certain age tottered from the pavement. Above the waist she wore a shaggy Afghan coat. Below, she had been poured into a tight yet voluminous pair of jeans. Her calves were closely encased in brown leather boots elaborately laced to her knees. The Intrepid Mountaineer turned to me. 'Look', he said. 'It's Mr Tumnus!'. Errmm . . .