Norman, did I not say I was speaking of a 'friend'! And, furthermore, whilst I do not wish to offend your nautical senses, rather than the docks I shall take myself off to RAF Brize Norton some parachute silk to purloin.
Damn cheek! Canvas, indeed! May be suitable for a waterproof bikini top I suppose but rather utilitarian. We are not speaking of bazookas here, but bazoomas - a slight consonant adjustment I know, but in matters lingerie even a lost vowel can make all the difference to the fit.
'Tis enough to make a maiden blush.......if only one were to be found!
I am sure it may have been a missed opportunity for somebody, somewhere but I do believe I have never been insulted so in my life!
Given the Titanic hiccup, I would be failing in my duty to the public were I to have a Judy Finnegan moment on the 2.40 to Southport. So Harlands may be plan D.
Now, if my memory serves me right, Harland and Wolf lives just a short hop, if you don't mind getting your feet wet, from Shorts, later to be bought by Bombardier, following a failed bid by Fokker (and why wouldn't they be!) builder's of aircraft and a director of whom looked so like a young James Garner as to make no difference in a bad light!...........Sorry, where was I? So perhaps, Magic would be kind enough to avail herself of all opportunities, excluding test pilots, and see if there happened to be a parachute division - they needed one - with surplus silk. Failing which I will just have to be inventive with the the canvas. Necessity is the mother of tension.