Everywhere I go at the moment, I keep seeing people in fancy dress.
That’s fine when you’re somewhere like the Isle of Wight festival, where being kooky is acceptable.
But who goes to Wimbledon and thinks: ‘What this event calls for is a comedy outfit’?
The other thing I’ve noticed is that there’s a common theme cropping up.
Back in the day, me and my mates had a fondness for going out dressed like pupils from St Trinian’s.
Now I keep running into people dressed like Wally from the Where’s Wally books.
The sheer number of people in red and white stripey hats, jumpers and thick-rimmed glasses leads me to believe this is no coincidence.
If it’s a conspiracy to confuse me, it’s working.