Back in their day, the Teale brothers were like a pop group. "I'm not being funny," Alfie, 72, the eldest, says. "We dressed up. A lot of people loved us." And you can see it now in the sharpness of their suits, the dapper suede shoes, the red hanky in David's top-pocket. Strong chins, piercing eyes, faces full of furrows, they are peas in a pod, hard to tell apart, a three-piece: easy.
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