Tomorrow evening, my good lady wife and I are travelling to Baltimore to see a lovely band called the Pogues. Oh, how the family love to sing their charming Christmas ditty by the tree and a roaring fire every December. But enough of the rememberances of that halcyon season.
Born of a sincere desire to show the proles who's running the show (for their own good), we wish our attire to be impeccably appropriate. That is to say, overdressed. Of course, this is an evening show and white tie ought to be a paramount consideration, however I am greatly agrieved by the notion that I might be mistaken for one of the waitstaff at the Ram's Head, a no doubt elite and elegant venue.
A proper show of respect for decorum and the band would then suggest black tie. However, I worry that unwashed masses swilling their beer in the most careless fashion will stain my flawless barathea not only with beer but as a result of public urination, which they are wont to do.
I therefore am strongly considering a stout country suit of hairiest tweed paired with scotch-grain dainite soled boots to deel with the ruffians. Yes, I know no brown in town, but I'm not at all certain that an infra dig location like Baltimore counts as town. You would think this is respectful enough of the entertainers who are Irish, and as Mr. Swift so accurately points out, lucky not to have been eaten.
One complication does suggest itself to the sensitive sartorial mind. Mr. Shane McGowan has lived a hard life of self-abuse (and drugs and alcohol, too!). Due to his dubious state of health, the concert may without notice be transmogrified into a funeral at which no sartorialist worth his salt would be caught deed in the hearty fabrics of far off Hebridean Isles. I therefor must conclude that a charcoal suit, white shirt, black tie and oxfords is the only appropriate choice. Would a simple, white linen pocket square of discrete fold be over the top?
Also, I would be truly grateful if anyone could tell me just what Mr. McGowan means by, "You're an old slut on junk."
I say Go For IT !!!!!!
'slut' is a compliment. i've been lucky to have been called slut on two occasions. it is much better to be called a slut than a whore, as whoring brings in the whole dirty money thing, and as a gentleman i'm sure you'll agree we don't talk about our money - only other peoples money.
ps I havent a clue as to what to wear, maybe nothing is best
Last edited by mike (2008-03-11 07:16:52)
For a bit of fun may I suggest an orange sash and a bowler hat.
I cannot believe how very wrong I have been! All my gentility would have come to not but for the advice of you good gentlesluts (thanks, Mike!). Having seen the error of my sartorial ways, I shall compile all of the advice to choose my clothes. I shall wear nothing but an orange bowler and sash (I'll tie it so that my cudgel can swing freely in honor of the Reverend Ian Paisley) with a white irish linen hanky tucked in.
Now, it may be a bit nipply in Baltimore, so I might want something up top. Is it just too cliche to wear an IRFU jersey to this sort of thing?
Take a hip flask of Jamesons & wear what you like.
Any trouble - Just offer them a drink.
Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on.