*stereotype
*Westside
I'm tired

Gender sterotype much, Wetside?

Half of a medieval burlesque performers bra. Heavy but titilating, no?

Love Lifts All Things. Unisex. Medium. Please.

Blooming hell. In a medium, please. Crikey, I'm forgetful.

Oh dear, I forgot to say. The No Smoking Caterpillar T-shirt, please.

In Victorian England the wealthy upper classes really loved socialising. One day a dinner party to introduce your daughter to nobility and gentry of a marriagable age. The next night a debauched soiree celebrating the genius and rebellion of the pre-raphaelites, or whichever of the artists was curently not passed out under the table.
The problem was this - How to reach your destination, through the narrow, sewerage sticky streets without (and I shudder) touching a poor person. Sometimes the brief journey from your carriage to the desirable door was even enough time for a grubby little woman or disgusting raggedy child to brush against your carefully laundered garments.
Being the age of innovation a very fine gentleman came up with these 'Spacial preservation devices'
The loop of metal fits around the ear of the wearer with the prongs facing upwards inside his top hat. This ensures that the device stays securely attached to his head and that no undesirables will venture too close. Huzzah!