Within certain pieces of heritage outerwear you’ll  find a ‘poacher’s pocket’. A sizeable pouch, designed, so it’s said, to conceal pilfered game or fish. What you’re looking at is not a poacher’s pocket. But rather a regular shirt pocket, stuffed with the apparent remnants of a cock fight. This is 215 quid by the way.

At the risk of sounding less like a passionate menswearist and more like a Daily Mail reading curmudgeon, I can’t help wondering how you’d clean it? I hope all the dead bird bits just clip off. Otherwise you’ll be signing a damage waiver down at the dry-cleaners.

I suppose I should be more concerned by how stylish it looks to have a mangled aviary attached to your shirt. And while it might upset plumage fans, I’m not entirely sold on this Maison Flaneur number. And by not entirely, I mean not. From a purely design sense, it just looks like a neat short-sleeved shirt with a pocketful of feathers. Feathers that would get in the way of me lopping my cellular device in there. Then again, take the feathers away, and you’re left with basically a Cos shirt. I’m beginning to think this works for me on precisely no levels.