People What is going with labels in clothes? Every item of clothing that I buy these days, with one exception, socks! comes with enough labelling sewn into it to make an entire wardrobe. I am talking about quality clothing here, although I am given to understand that this trend has extended into all makes and price ranges. Why is this an issue? Well let me tell you why. The people who decide where the the labels should go must be same people that the CIA contact when they want to come up with a new torture. "Tell me everything you know or I will make you wear this shirt and you won't be laughing then". "we know you know where the explosives are. Tell us or we will put these pants on you", It is unbelievable that anybody would consider making labels from a material that has sharp edges and then, that they would spend hours researching the most itchy parts of the human body so that they can ensure the labels are sewn into the garment adjacent to these points. Then, if they can't get adjacent to the itching point? They simply make the label longer or wider so that it will eventually work it's way to the itching point. I don’t need multiple labels, double stitched into the waistband of my underpants. History tells me that I should change my pants and have them washed at reasonable intervals (for me this is daily, for other that may vary). I definitely do not need a label that can machete it's way into the flesh between my bum cheeks. Shirts? What is this all about? Labels made out of something that feels like loft insulation are sewn into every vacant space using farmers bailer twine. Why do I need these on the inside of my collar or even worse just above my hip line. Yesterday whilst wearing a new shirt I found that a label had been sewn into the front of the tail allowing it to graze up and down my goodie bag whist it mated with the label on the waistband of my underpants. Should you try and remove these labels you find that they have often used invisible thread that is carefully woven onto the threads that hold the entire garment together. Unpick one stitch and your new garment lies ruined in tatters on the floor. Leave then in situ and you destined to spend your waking hours looking like you have crabs. Enough is enough.