“My Dad gave it to me. I thought it was cool. It’s really old, I think it’s older than me. He liked it a lot. He would wear it to the Scotland games and kept all the tickets in the front pocket. I started wearing it in sixth year, my last year at school. It was just hanging up in the house so I took it, I went through a phase of stealing all of his clothes. I still wear it a few times a week. It feels stale; it’s never been washed. It smells, but not offensively. On your skin it feels like when you’ve worn jeans for a while.”