There is a boy, outside of our office. He's in a 'break-dancing chair' (his words), made of what appears to be papier-mâché.

He keeps spinning around, without a care in the world, stopping only to retrieve the odd 20p piece lobbed at him from above.

We're a generous lot.

No-one knew we had our very own sartorial expert within W+K. Mark sneakily keeps his excellent fashion credentials well hidden under an array of safe tshirts. Very clever.

It was only when he told me my top makes me "look like a squid" (see below) that I realised what a style guru we had in our midst.

Look at the silky crenellations….

Stay tuned for Mark's Daily Sartorial observations.