Whenever I wore it, which was usually for nights out (it was that type of coat), this bloke appeared. It would not be so suspicious if I frequented the same bars every time.
When I had a weekend in Blackpool with girl friends and spotted him outside our bed and breakfast, I got really freaked out. He was fifty miles away from home. Who was he?
When a bird pooped on the coat and I chucked it in a skip, I never saw him again.