My industrial chic is a design classic, although my harmonious symmetry is rarely admired due to my ubiquitous nature. But come the end of the world you’ll appreciate me. After all, I might well be the only post-apocalyptic saviour you’ve got. What am I? Click to reveal
Kids hate me. Hipsters adore me. And millions would be lost without me. That’s because I defy the physical limitations of the human body. I can be your entire persona, even your trademark signature. Don’t believe me? Just ask Allan Konigsberg. What am I? Click to reveal
Those fabric shoulders will never sag on my watch. No crumpled heaps on bedroom floors when I'm around. And you should know I had nothing whatsoever to do with those car thefts. I swear. What am I? Click to reveal
