Sunday, 17 August 2008
The Cravat Has Landed
For some while (as readers of Thought Experiments might wearily recall) I have been urging a revival of the cravat, even periodically deluding myself into detecting the first tentative green shoots of such a revival. Well, I have had enough of waiting. Last night I took matters into my own hands and stepped out for the evening wearing... a cravat. The occasion was, admittedly, one with an element of fancy dress: the nextdoor neighbours were staging a Murder Mystery evening, and I had been alotted the role of an Eglish aristo delighting in the name Sir Cophagus. It was a woefully underwritten part, but I manage to inhabit it by channeling Boris Johnson - and, of course, by dressing appropriately, down to the cravat. Gentlemen, it felt good. It felt like coming home. The cravat revival is now officially under way. I have seen the future, and it works - even if it is a little fiddly to tie (let this rather creepy gent show you how).