Alighting from the shower, Benjamin dried, shaved, and approached the “Ben” section of his dressing room. This area had hanging rails, shelves, drawers, and a large shoe rack.
Anticipating his day ahead, he selected a plain blue short-sleeved Yves St Laurent shirt and a linen suit which had been hand made for him, within a day, on his last visit to Hong Kong. He completed the outfit with colourful matching Stanley Lewis tie and socks and Robinson brogues.
It occurred to him he had become the embodiment of one of his favourite childhood television animations. Alike him, Mr. Benn had gone into a changing room each day and came out as a different character, ready to meet a new adventure; today he was Mr. Ben, at least this was how some of the junior staff referred to him.
He slid on his Ro
