If Tomek was a ken doll...

I'd suggest chinos...

And strongly encourage him to invest in some phenomenally expensive red suede Gucci loafers.

A tight RL polo would probably work well with these.

But for the evenings something (slightly) more professional.

A touch of the sleaze factor just for good measure? The gold chain, without a doubt.

We'd hang out at the beach on Saturdays...

Listening to 60s music on his Ipod.

I might even ply him with a few cocktails...

...and then pressure him into getting a tattoo. (one he can be proud of of course!)

On Sunday I would shout him a healthy breakfast (of the sort of food I like to eat)

And we would plan our next holiday. To Greece I think.