Shirt and tie go

I may as well go full disclosure on the awful shirt and tie combo.

As usual I rode my pushie to work and get dressed there. I have a cupboard with clothes in it at work.

Well my one good business shirt actually had a coffee or red wine stain on it so I had to switch to my ‘Silicon Valley’ shirt (it fits in nicely there although I can’t go the beige chinos).

Reflecting on this, it just wasn’t important enough for me to check ahead of time. Which is a reflection of how seriously I took the whole process.

My lawyer thought that the combo was inspired. It showed that I wasn’t a ‘silvertail’ who wore a suit and tie all day (silvertails suffer in Newtown court because the magistrates don’t want to be seen to be favouring them in front of the hoi polloi) but it showed that I had made the effort, and the ingredients were of a good class, if not the combo.

In fact, I found the whole process from start (being fined) to end (walking out of court and yarning with my lawyer) absolutely fascinating and probably worth the entrance price.

I was probably the only person in the courtroom that day, maybe this year, who didn’t give an arse if he or she was found guilty or innocent.