Well, I did it chums…I let m’darling Purple Fred (whom I love very much) take me to Marks ‘n Sparks and talk me through buying a dinner suit!

I even went through the “parading outside the changing rooms for the amusement of the assembled wives and girlfriends” routine, although on this occasion it worked in my favour. “This jacket or that one?”, PF asked the lady who was waiting for a man trying on trousers. “That one,” she said, indicating the one I liked all along!

I’m now checking posh clothes web sites and practising in front of a mirror…this tying a bow tie business isn’t as simple as you might think.

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