Oh Dawn French, you are my everything. I love you with a love that is more than a love. You are SO funny and SO talented and your Catherine Zeta Sparticus Douglas Jones, Queen of Wales sketches (including an incredible Welsh accent and the greatest line ever written which is almost unrepeatable but ends in the phrase “cockle-tidy, snuggle-bosoms, drop-drawers gorgeous”) kill me every. single. time.
Therefore, I cannot bring myself to snark on you.
HOWEVER, and I’m saying this APROPOS OF NOTHING, that perhaps if you are blessed with great expanses of rack but not of leg or neck that a long, relatively shapeless mac in a Big! Floral! might not do THE most glorious things for you. Perhaps if you had a shorter, say, just bum-covering belted flared trench with a lapel you might not look so much like you are one stiff breeze away from requiring the immediate medical assistance of all the king’s horses and –somewhat more temptingly– all the king’s men.