Yes we will definitely be outside a fair bit I think. Layers essential right now.

If local and out with friends I might wear a jacket, tweed in the winter and linen etc in the summer, but I would definitely dress it down a bit with jeans, playboys or canvas sneakers, open neck button down or polo according to the season. In London I would smarten it up with dressier trousers and shoes, maybe even extending to a knitted tie depending on the venue and the intended destination later in the evening.

No cares what you wear in London and as we live in the commuter belt it’s not that unusual to see smartly dressed people who have been working ‘up town’.  But there are pubs where you wouldn’t want to be too smart in case you attracted the wrong sort of attention.

I think you can get away with more when you reach a certain age…. on the pittti uomo type websites a lot of the blokes wandering round in chalk stripe suits with flower buttonholes or elaborate handkerchiefs are grey haired old gentlemen. It can either be taken as a sign that you are completely senile or that you still have something about you and care what you look like.

‘No cares what you wear in London and as we live in the commuter belt it’s not that unusual to see smartly dressed people who have been working ‘up town’. ’. Agreed.

In the City a tie and suit is not unusual. So I might wear English tailoring.

Coming back from football tonight I stopped in Clapham Junction Spoons. Two old queens who had been in my local Spoons turned up and sat on a nearby table. Drinking alcohol instead of coffee tonight. The straight couple who were with them were not present. The two could bore for England. So I was not speaking to them. Also bouncers. I asked if they were expecting trouble and they said only from me ! I pointed out that trouble was unlikely from someone of my advanced years.

I was in the Last Post, a Southend Spoons on Thursday lunchtime drinking with my cousin. He was dressed more Ivy than me but no one really cared about any dress code. Except perhaps my older cousin who frowns when I turn up in jeans.The service has gone downhill and every week they seem to have new trainees behind the bar. Staff turnover seems high.

If I'm out on a session with old school mates it's, BD, Shetland (season dependent) cords or denim, Paraboot or Loafers.
Since late last year I meet up with my mate for a couple early evening beers at the Cricketers Pirbright and it's Sweat shirt, jeans & desert boots.

Pub v WB - I'm really a pub person and my local,(8-10 min walk on my own, 12-15 min walk with my 2 shaggy dogs), is fortunately for me a fullers house with a big turnover in draught beer so it's very unusual to get a bad pint and it's a good boozer although a tad expensive, but these days 2 pints is my limit volume-wise, so when my pal and I meet up it's red wine thereafter, he's been off beer for a while now and straight onto the vino so it was an easy change for us, we have the same volume of booze in our 2 1/2 - 3 hour session and tbh it isn't anymore expensive, it's worth the fiver tip to be served at the table by the lovely friendly Nepalese lady who 'fist-bumps' us when we arrive and leave , and it gives me an opportunity to dress a tad smarter, on the subject of Spoons we have a pretty big one in the town where I live, never use it myself as it's the other end of town, but I do go past it 2-3 times p/wk as it's next to my gym and these days it's only open at the weekend, not sure where the local deadbeats gather now,( obviously not all spooners are deadbeats but you get my drift I hope),

Talking of Ales, when not supping overpriced bottled beers in trendy theme pubs late 70's early 80's, I used to suss out old country pubs in and around Surrey. Courage pubs it was either Courage Best or Directors, Watney pubs Ruddles or Stag, The Jolly Farmer in Puttenham, before being taken over by the Harvester was a Youngs Pub so you could get a decent pint of Youngs. The Rackstraw Farmhouse used to have Wadsworths 6x & Bishops Tipple.
In the old Whitbreads pubs it was Wethereds all on hand pump, and not top pressure headache beer as my old man used to call it.

This must qualify for 'Most Depressing Post Ever' - basically 'What can I wear to the pub without standing out too much so I don't get my head kicked in?' If ever there was an indictment of British drinking culture here it is.

In for a penny in for a pound.

The last time I wandered into a pub alone, late last summer, it was one of those that attracts gasps of 'Ooh, you must be brave to go in there, me duck...  taking your life in your hands...' etc.  It was once the watering hole of a notorious murderer, but we'll let that pass.  I was simply waiting for my wife to finish her post-cancer treatment swimming lesson and was wearing a button-down shirt (Brooks without a doubt), an Alan Paine slipover, muddy coloured cords and the kind of shoes that someone on 'Ivy Style' has apparently said are not necessarily Ivy, i.e. a cordovan longwing/wingtip. 
I escaped without serious harm but was not minded to repeat the experience.  The place was as dull as one I visited in Islington back in 1984.  I was assured it had been a favourite of Ronnie Kray.  If he'd been there I'd have stood him a bag of crisps.  But he wasn't.

Orwell wrote entertainingly about pubs.  So did Richard Boston, friend of Sir Osbert Lancaster, who once wrote a column in 'The Guardian' before it became a womens' magazine dominated by Ms. Toynbee.  His little book 'Beer And Skittles' might be looked at with pleasure even by the coffee-loving TRS. 
I was taken by a well-meaning friend to a leading CAMRA pub in, oh, probably 1984, where twits stood in the bar arguing about whether the hops in 'Old Testicle' had come from Farmer Giles' field near Gillingham or further in the direction of Chipping Snodgrass.  The 'pint' itself reminded me of the contents of a washing-up bowl filled several times over with our dreadful Derbyshire water.  Then the 'Beer Festivals' kicked off.  I stayed away.  People I knew went, clad in their U2 or Dire Straits t-shirts and stone-washed denim.  Not for me. 
As that detective chap played on TV by Jack Shepherd used to say, 'I'll settle for a coffee'.

The Real Ale Twats visit The Murderers Arms is probably more what TRS has in mind :-

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