One of my first bosses, ex-army chap, was never seen in anything other than a bespoke suit complete with braces, brylcreemed hair, pipe on the go permanently. Always drove top of the range Ford Granadas. His Border terrier always with him, whether he was in the car or his wood panelled office.
Hard as nails but terribly posh and really quite caring if he decided you were ok. Terrifying to those he didn’t think were up to his standards.
Even then he seemed to be a man from a past era. Would always have lunch in a decent restaurant with a couple of gins to wash it down.
If you want a mental picture of him think Fiennes as “M” with a pipe added.
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