Men in black (well, charcoal grey actually)

Don't get me wrong, I think a man looks great in a suit. Weddings, funerals and doing 'something in the city' are all places you would expect to see an abundance of the suited brigade, and very nice they look too. I do have a problem, however, with suits in the wrong place.

Last week I attended a meeting for promoting local services for children and was confronted by a whole flock of them who had flown down from the council headquarters. You could smell the Ralph Lauren (with undertones of testosterone) even before you got through the door.

The suits stuck together, drinking all the coffee and exchanging the latest buzz words. There were women suits as well - all identical in appearance and talking as much bollocks as the men.
I had to give a speech on my role in the local community and I could see one or two glances at being thrown at my appearance. I was wearing a suit, of sorts, it just involved purple and a certain amount of ribbon.

As lunch was served I overheard a few suits complaining about the quality of the free food and the fact that they had to attend another three of these meetings next week. Oh dear, what a shame. They should get down on their tailored knees and thank the Gods of Sharp Black Suits that they don't have to wear jeans and actually work for a living!