Ok, cheap joke
There is a reason for it’s inclusion in this week’s ramblings though, I bring this up because it’s September and awards season is back! Of course I go to many an
awards ceremony, and see it from ‘the other side’, of course. And the thing that always astounds me at the amount of men who, having taken the time to put the dinner suit and tie on, can’t wait to take these items off of as soon as they get to the dinner (ok maybe not the trousers…).
Guys! Do you know how shabby you look? I don’t care how hot it is! You’re a grown up and essentially walking round in a white shirt and pair of black trousers like a year 10 pupil, while the rest of the room stays with the, often glamorous, occasion.
Your partner has maybe taken time to look sensational for the occasion and you look like one of the waiters! Actually no! That’s doing the waiting staff, who look twice as smart as you, a disservice.
So stop it! It’s a black tie dinner! The clue is in the name!