I’m off to a breakfast meeting this morning. I’m on the train which is good. It’s going to be a hot one so I’ve sensibly gone for the linen option – it worked in Seoul so Brum and Notts should be fine.

However, there is a challenge…

At lunchtime I’m off to an Old Boys’ Lunch, which is a first… not being an Old Boy of course. I’m old and I was once a boy. No, this is a first in the sense that I’ve not done one of these.

Its at a Golf Club in a salubrious neighbourhood. I asked about dress code… 99% wear lounge suits or blazers…

I haven’t worn a suit since 2012… and its hotter than a hot tub today, so the blazer is out…

The dress code does, though, require a tie…

Its hotter than a boiler room on a tramp steamer in Macau and I have to wear a TIE!  (The emphasis is all their’s)…

So I shall…  I shall also be mature about it… my readers would expect nothing less…