I don't know where I got the shirt, which is a few years old, but the label took it into its head to go scratchy. It's been scratching me all day, right at the top of the spine.
Ha, well not any longer, shirt label! I have my modelling knife out for slicing off accidentally-placed-too-soon pieces of sticky tape from wrapping paper. Take that! And that! And that! Ha!
It's such a relief to have it gone.
It's also lucky for Taylor and Wright, because otherwise they were in danger of breaching laws on the use of torture.