My favourite moment of the past seven days was when a few friends and I were turned away from a well-known Portsmouth pub because we were ‘violators’ of dress-code regulations.
My pal was wearing shorts – smart tailored shorts, not cut-off denims a-la Andrew Ridgeley, circa 1983.
The irony of the situation is that I was dressed as Henry VIII in white tights, pantaloons, blouse and furs.
The doorman had no issue with my attire whatsoever, yet shorts were deemed a little crass.
So gents, if you’re stepping out this summer it’s worth carrying a pack of seamless 20 denier tights in your back pocket.
Could save your embarrassment...