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There was a time when a young man was given a watch on his 21st birthday, something half decent and Swiss, and that was, basically, that. He would remove the Timex or Seiko that got him through school, put on his grown-up watch and enter the real world.  Our man would wear it on all occasions, and if it were not waterproof, he would simply take it off before swimming. It would have been around 34-36mm in diameter. His next watch might be a gift on his 50th birthday, when his wife would have bought him something out of the top drawer – a Patek Philippe Calatrava in white gold, perhaps.  That was then. Now all bets are off and watches have become very big business. They no longer just tell the time; they can also telegraph who we like to think we are. Just pick up any copy of