So, December is here. Season's greetings and all that. And time to dust off my not-exactly-flash tux for the annual round of dinners and balls. Having learned how to tie my own proper bow tie - with a little help from Garlick and Stuart - I'm now off to central London for the Guild Of Motoring Writers annual dinner and awards.
Thing is, I appear to be doing it in 80s fancy dress. Yes, my tux is cheap, shiny and a bit too big. And just check out my ride. No fancy limo for PistonHeads - it's retro Jap coupe action all the way. If I'd grown a Movember 'tache I'd be the personification of that dude from the Datsun 'black gold' advert we posted the other day as a 'Time For Tea?'...
So off I go. I'm a little concerned, to be frank. The static electricity potential of my combination of cheap tux, velour seats and flammable liquids may not end well.