Except for that brief period that made up my adolescent rebellion phase, which lasted a mere 25 years or so, I’ve always been a conservative dresser. The Uniform—khakis, a solid coloured shirt with one of those little polo player logos, Velcro trainers, and black socks—never changed. But a few years ago, I had a life-changing epiphany: (a) I was in a rut, and (b) I was old enough and secure enough to wear whatever I damn well pleased.
The black socks had to go.
My admiration for the first President Bush increased considerably when I later learned that he’d come to the same conclusion.
So here’s a glimpse of How We Live Today:
[Insert chorus of David Bowie’s “Rebel Rebel” here.]
But this posting isn’t about the contents of my sock drawer, fascinating though that topic may be. I’m just using it as an excuse to post a scene from the third series of Blackadder, one of my all-time favourite comedies. That series is set during the Regency, and this time around, Blackadder is a scheming butler to the dim-witted Prince Regent, played by Hugh Laurie.